by Sableshade

Wring around the weening sky

Wean with it, so warm and high

A skyward fire that reaches out

With beats that roll the body deeply


The feeling burns into mind and tail

Something so stunning must have a pulse

A lunge so sudden, tense as a torrent

Like a cortex in a vision, strong and cautious


In spirit, the form demands closeness

It seeks to cuddle within the mood

To be one for a cycle, to embrace more than as memos

As a system, a connection bound to feelings


Towards the end, the coils fade

Meanwhile, the bond is made

From a projection from fiction

The passion of above beyond has weaved a vow




It is what you need it to be…