We are amazed by S
stirred by S
Curvaceous S
Slithering across the page
We are searching
for the insidious S
that does not break hearts
the S that is settled,
self-possessed
that does not scream
when the smoothness of life
becomes a storm
We listen to the quietness of S
the solace in a moment
that seduces the sinister
whispering
lazy and soulful sounds
dusk, sundown, stillness.