Supple crest,
Your song at midnight moon
dancing in the starlight
to Owl eyes
watching
predatory notions of existence
concealed in civility
the hands know not
the texture of your moment
for the breaths
they force between us.
Supple crest,
Your song at midnight moon
dancing in the starlight
to Owl eyes
watching
predatory notions of existence
concealed in civility
the hands know not
the texture of your moment
for the breaths
they force between us.
Dedicated to a friend of mine:
Crimson flower blooms
Come smiles or swaying motions
To music beyond.