Two Poems

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