dance a proper dance

a game of wait for which i lay.

virtue in patience will absolve tragedy

and catapult a sincere act into a

mid summer stage, center, just shy of Gatsby.

 

poised and coiffed in proper social wear,

hats and gloves sipping tea while astray.

your neighbor's wife's moist lips ache

in anticipation of the rendezvous

for sunset marked the grassy knoll.

 

flushed checks on a mask of carnal lust

animal instinct prowess of a king

stealthily the hunter closes in on a pray

ravenous hunger in delicacy of breed.

 

parting as strangers seemingly untouched

after the wait proceeding game

for which you lay.

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[ILuvRilke]

"your neighbor's wife's moist lips ache" .........That's a very nice line!
I cut and pasted some of your words from this poem into a stanza...this is just an example of how you can take something written, and find the same meaning, yet condense it into something simpler...it says the same thing though, but without the frills we sometimes get caught up in. That's why I always revisit a poem and make changes. some drastic, some just a tweak.

your neighbor's wife's moist lips ached
parting as strangers
in anticipation of a sincere act
for which they lay and wait