-songbird-

I slipped into eyelight.   The mouth,

Lipped.

Sung high——   The polished

Chord spun sweetly of blonde——   Brushed 

Elliot's sideboard powersong with burning

Coloratura.   

Songbird——   The filament 

Linked a radiance at the face of such 

Steel——   A fire's

Obbligato ignited into the imagery of its cool 

Phosphorescence.   

I didn't tell her.

     

I slipped into eyelight.   The mouth,

Lipped...

                                 for Michelle 

                                City, 2010