return

Was there slash and slap?
I am unsure if one late night
was owned by another

I see the bladed fang
of my toothed and red
I see you weak in my mind

I see the form of these bodies
the golden man,
the small and the dealing,
a women with her dagger hand hid
still and dazzling, these two for the kneeling

By some heady flash, I tasted you
a mark and a show
my take and my keep
my teeth and my din
moving in pearly gated rings
carrying a heavy shush
and their men
and all their wasted things
towards the edge and the left
towards the heart lost of the wing