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.