Music
Slides from your eyes, hands,
Guitar strings
Voice
into
my senses like

wine
elixir
Cut grass
Woodsmoke

The demons of your mind
Are the demons of mine
The animals tearing the surface
Of a pinpointed, widening iris

The delicate lisp of
The depths burning
The surface
The sarcastic twang of an
Upturned syllable

Starry twinkles
In the corners of your mouth
Mirrored in my
Starry
Iris whispers

And the music
Of
Every whimsy
Sliding into my eyes

Like wine
Spilt on a dartboard
Waiting to be hit