noctambules,
spinning,
the lights stroke
the skin
the fever undulates
dont say I didnt
tell you
Full of promises
walking
exhaling fire
suggesting heaven
an eye here, a
slight movement there
-a lonely flower of
the wilderness
atop the mountain
looking down to death
we quarrel in the
garden
dance like fireflies
flicker the scent of
desire
lets fly together
for a dawn or two
never to meet again
