aspirated dews
cast cold , and pale
precipitate of wanton whiles
haunted
by the nape
of your neck

caught breathless
in midst-step:

off balance in static
the bright charge of greyn eyes
and a coy, knowing curl,
a shift in the ether
rousing in wake
soft-lashed and comfort-quiet trembles

replete with the distant kiss of brambles

and it feels
so
real

that it can't be as far away
as it looks .