Snakeskin Shine

Metal crash, blood crush -
I am reborn with words.
All the breathing world
Pauses, that hitch- smooth
Rhythm greater than
The sum of sighs -
Essential grace.
Soaring - a jet plane,
A freight train -
Liquid sound at
Fever pitch.
The air is so thick
It's practically alive.
Hot and clever, it
Slides over the
Pulse and curve of
That desperate
Snakeskin shine.
Heat and press -
My solitary crime.