one hand
driven up sunken
inhaled midsection
resting at wet sternum
pausing to spread
five fingers
i can feel the beat quicken

digging them in
i inch up toward her

body angular  
waves of her churn
i eat dishes beastly
her entire plate clean

winter breaks people.
roads carved from nothing
adorn a blanketed landscape of white.
two faces illuminated by streetlamps
glittering off the snowflakes
and into madness
two bodies step;
though trepidation seizes them.
effervescence is lost to youth
and so two eyes
crestfallen
meet silently.

It rains.
A truffled scent
glitters
in dead leaves,
naked trees.
Transudation
into the depths
of the night.

walls of smoke          
ghost girl
floating

the small hours
dance to the song of
the moon

placed on a
wooden coat hanger
the satin clouds of the dark.

She was made of magic
she danced
basking in the glow
of the full moon
Bare feet
connected to the Earth
entirely
Singing songs around the campfire
on a brisk summer morning
She is a fox
sly as ever
rare & beautiful
In nature she has found
home