Yesterday,
Between twilight and dawn,
She stepped into view,
Steps light and springy
From a corridor,
Dark and dim,
Her gait was alluring
As it was inviting,
Tall and thin,
With legs long and slender,
I resisted but not without effort,
The urge to grab,
The desire to squeeze 
And the longing to keep.

Today,
Just after dawn,
She came prancing down the muddy road,
A rarity stacked, 
Like a Jaybird,
I beheld everything, about her figure,
Straight and supple,
Like her foot prints,
In the mud,
Again I resisted,
But then she came closer,
And stooped 
So I stepped,
To brake the fall,
Grabbing,
I found she was gone,
Where I cannot fathom,
And now 
Long afterwards
I see clearly
Her figure trim and elegant 
But remotely,
Only
In my mind.