Cold glitter

behind a tweed right shoulder
and breathless glass
squat in polish and rouge
filaments like tatters of a breeze
hard faceted crux
frictionless between the vertices
almost panicked clarity of a white flame
brought down
waits in the opening of a hand
flickering contrast
of ridges and whorls
we build from this
the pent-up quiver
sighs condense
across its translucent weight
flash of
rippled reflection
down the trigeminal nerve
fails to grip
this torment
flits away
spider silk
tumblers of intricate locks
a searing in the palm
like flesh


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