Prisoner
Mimic breath, articulate voice
She blurs herself beyond hope
Drifts along city streets
With broken veins, purple and yellow
Shakes the memory drenched fear
Drowning her in night
Fever possessing her
She dances her desire
Amid the shadows
Quick dances her light
Her mind shakes broken memory
Sifts the slant and rise of fever
Holding the old shadows
Prisoner
Of her weaving fingers
She is caught up in the dream beyond
When the breath of night comes to her
Drowning the sun and the sky
As her eyes flutter
And she drifts
Down
Blurs
And is still