Stockings Stiletto

Sweet fox wicked whispers from
ferny nest a crescent eclipse
words on his soft black lips fall
the lulling tongue
chewing fibrous chords of I love you's
his bird song whimper lusts
his burrow of red pine mane
that woodland ferret arch in burnt
stockings stiletto clipping those claws on
the stone carpet,

my answer hungry twisted chirp
to find those effervescent columns of
sunlight holding the skunkworks Heaven above
oh delicate embrace
this enchantress canopy of emerald architecture
this kaleidoscope of ephemeral disorder,

some cruel thief
sweet fox passes underfoot in patterned pantsuit
a criminal passing
a dancing girl weaving my name on the wind
crash the columns of conversation on stems deities
crawl between earth between sky
an instant when all invisible things glow again
and gold does not exist.

TA