The night is rolling towards me
its sacrosanct spine.
In a wink
she unfurls in me
her only eye
so chriselefantine.
The moon is stripping
all my senses’ scales.
I would no longer exhale.

(Cover your eyes
not to befoul the legend!)

Each time I grope along
her dragonlike indentations
like an afire dragon I am dying
to foliate this saga
revolving door
whereon
playacting
plays itself out.
Her burns
run their eyes over me
hypnotic ripple effect
in full regalia

I utter a carnal spell
she plods farther
but wouldn’t tell
how much in my prehensile life
was mine,
how much she had dripped
from her lifetime-allowance chrism.

Waxen, my veins
alight, her trails.
Blaze
impending over.