Entry for the Cessation Poetry Contest: Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
He appeared gently from the shadow, hovered for a moment; then slowly slid his willowy fingers across hers; beyond her palm, damp with perspiration, to rest on her sylphlike wrist; where he measured her pulse. It had risen, slightly, but not yet enough; it would, when she opened her eyes. He waited patiently he had all the time in the world, she did not.
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