7.3.19

The motion, erased
perfectly spectacle.
The head held least,
though by sight gloved,
militant oracle.
Fabric about her feet,
certain we coalesce
and intertwine.
The music of undreaming,
her shade astride,
cool and thrumming,
tousled and wanting.

-r. miller

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