A L E T H E A

the last coiling

came tenderly

imperceptible

breaths

slow dancing

around words

like vines

i forgot my namesake

drunken sinking with your 

eyes

on me

i should have remembered

verity

though how can one know

how muddled these things

go

we're light trapped in a cage

locked by ourselves

tricky sticky shadows

fools

i need a spell

a potion

to place you among

hardly remembered

once enamoured

curios

in the amber light

some nights

i

dance alone

slow beating drums

mournful spheres

snaking spine

hips

descend