Impart to the leaves
Your shuddering heart of darkness.
I hunted you
Like a deer
Through my dreams
Vast and shadowy.
We tangled in clutches of bone flowers
(who knew how sharp they would wound)
Tearing away flesh and modesty.
You were my secret poison
Turning my gaze distant
Shattering my soul, unrecoverable.
But now I have you
Writhing in my grip,
Slithering from pen tip.
And you are just one more shadow