evening’s scarlet eye
captivates my thoughts – pulls them
always beyond the horizon
you beckon me –
red-light, come-hither,
come-back to bed
gibbous moon
inviting exploration
of the darkened edge
faint moonlit sheen
on your hip’s rounded curve –
cleft hidden in shadows
midnight cirrus wisps
scuttle across the sky’s expanse
suddenly visible, then gone
I taste your soft sighs
escaping – like us, a singularity –
vaporizing into the night
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singularity – see literary studies:
“an item or event triggered by an item that results in divergent narratives,
in which the singularity alters the new timeline
away from a prior “default” state”.
whimsy~mimsy 