Velvet eyes coursing through dreams
Too delicate to recall.
Wild thing, your amorphous boundaries
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,
What smolders in you
Smokes through holes,
Digs into bone, carves ribs, tenses muscle.
Unsavory entrances and exits,