Juliet
Juliet,
she hears him.
He is near.
He is waiting,
for her,
HER
to appear.
A day can seem so long
when the heart
counts microseconds
lovers are apart.
But it is now
and Juliet will stand
where she had planned to be
as if unplanned.
She's beautiful,
young,
dressed in verdant green;
nature's princess, who waits
to be a queen.
She's elegant, upon her parapet.
She knows,
she makes her pose;
our Juliet.
While somewhere in the greenery below,
anticipating,
waiting:
Romeo.
She knows he's there.
She waits.
She is a tease.
A tremble starts,
somewhere,
near his knees.
She knows;
she has the power;
she has the eggs.
He starts to serenade her,
with his legs.
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