Velvet black plays coy in the breeze
Sashay ‘twixt those earthen palms, makes light
Dark corners of isolated trees. Flitting,
The velvet, intended candid yet so beguiles
The eyes that hide so much
And see so little
(That what they do see and don’t defile)
The ears the capture so small a sound
Only from fingers where machination’s found
And loud to the velvet that chips at the mortar,
Sighs at how incomplete is disorder, to harmonize chaos
And try as I may to dismiss, oppose,
I’m at a loss,
Locked in and froze.
Like veins in the hand and the blood therein,
Now, only now, the velvet tells my heart to begin,
Since, in solidity, my pulse was rescind’d
Now, only now, may my heart begin.
My forked tongue, it flicks, to spit thanks to the breeze
To capture the freedom of velvety ease, but then
As I look, in the highest of ken,
The velvet black shutters,
Then finally flees.