An earthy kindness in the heat
my tongue revels
your ginger distance, a purple thing
softly calling.

Never in all my battles (a violin plays)
did I expect it
so much stretching
and it's my morning music cosseting that
screeching
silence
the screen lies all the time.

Time to get to meet yourself
it's no good adjourning the meet
in the mirror, a skew look behind
my pate
a smiling thing.

More specters come
when the song stops
just when I reload
I prefer your bullets.