Affair on Eighth Avenue

I sing a fall chill wind exploring the corners here, on the downside of town,
the sun unable to peer into an alleyway world, apartments darker than the cloaked stale air, grayly sour,
the echoing stairway up, near somnambulist you stumble onto the hollow landing just before it comes, flies thrilling,
the slightest notion, a feathery touch, so brief a perception
of heat, no of some smallest warmth
you’ve never known before, exciting passing within so close a call it’s closer than too close,
and sing how surprised you misperceive its traveling road that’s really in and through you,
quickly escaping so ghostly a spirited swirl barely sings your body
turning, calling barely hearing back, how it’s passed so fast, a fingertip’s tip of air stirring brush raises all
the fine hair of your forearm, spine-tingling alert to so proximate near a gesture of notice, of acknowledgment, of what is affection anyway,
see how they stand at attention then fall as fast to unease, haunted by their curious rouse, sniffing sentries missing
that perfume scent you say so long lingering after she’s gone, disappeared on ice blowing wind, sing
how I remember you remember it well, and the riddle again, the one with no answer found yet.

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Aloha #WriterFriday, I hope you’ve all had a safe and productive week, and are ready for the weekend. Today’s #WritingPrompt is


Use it to inspire a piece of word music of your own, and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply post it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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