sits on her royal haunches
dark saucer ovid watcher
and offers a submission
climbs aboard my haunted frame
her short shorn look
and leans her muscle clad
throat against
my chest
where my heart sings

my hand floats like a searching
ghost
and settles on her spine
on the union where her dark wings
gather

we are both weary
brokering our deals
beneath auspicious
sweat stained days

we swing our turrets
our barrel ideals
and sharpen our edge
salivating on concept
and twitching in dream
precepts

There is a glimmer
on a mirage of happiness
like a halo burning
like eternity turning......