- Vol. 09
- Chapter 06
Red curl and gold
Tango, silken, across my back.
A thread comes loose from my stocking
I feel it snap against my skin and tear free
Screaming, it escapes on the wind.
I flit and curve, as in a vine light with flower
Creeping finite across cobblestone wall
Sincere in dandelion sunshine.
Silver catches in the corner of my eye
I stretch into biting air and
Vitalize with breath.