Elana ( where are you )

She stands at the end. feet slightly apart

drawing in all those around

her eyes, bright with smiles and dreams

she sends messages without words.

To touch her is electric

for in movement, she is light

her words,

melodies of knowledge

as her body sways in tune with the world

Loving her is simple

as she curls about you

she bites in passion

and she doesn't take

as much as she gives

while her warm hands touch you.

She knows me, as we are truth

and expecting nothing, gives because she gives.

In us there is fleeting magic

for in her, there is understanding.

Elana, where are you?