Barks and branch sprawl back into the black.
a lullaby of leaves dream in dark green
as baby apricot rivers gaze..
The charcoal night breathes and murmurs,
Sewing threads of fire on to skin,
threading his secrets into still veins
seaming souls with his silky, musty
rag of poison.
We are throbbing pendulums
Gripping lust string by string
Rushes from the heart
running down the stomach
Lightning licks and ginger strips
Warm burgundy rotations