9.9

Steel touches tongue
Silver reflections,
from trickles of
dim moonlight
Pale flesh, veins
pattern life lines
flickering heart beat
pit, pit, patter, patter
You are a shade of
white I can't paint
fingers around neck
Drumming of a
timeless beat pulse
Predatory fears
perform around us
Electric moonlight
shoes amethyst
shadows flowing
within the winds
grip, graps and
mother natures
natural way
You know us
too well to
let us slip
exile us