Thursday, January 9

Precious Savage

PRECIOUS SAVAGE
Velvet eyes coursing through dreams
Too delicate to recall.
Wild thing, your amorphous boundaries
Need taming.
Your cables a lattice, you climb to windows:
Knock, knock, knock . . .
You're there, in shadows,
A dim prism on a silver thread,
Twinkling in the dark.
Not docile, not you,
Primitive darling.
What smolders in you
Smokes through holes,
Digs into bone, carves ribs, tenses muscle.
Unsavory entrances and exits,
Unwelcome reminders,
Always there:
Precious savage.
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