Once again, my eyes
Chose the better you,
Already the apple
Of a different affection,
Catching a faint glimpse
Of this walking dream of mine,
As it softly descends
The realm of a sullen Hades.
I am out of coins
So I am lending my skin
To his beast
To shelter each ailing head
Into submission.
One of these days,
It will go for the heart,
To weave on a beadless string
Of purple sockets
And lead me into blindness
By its trifty touch-
An appreciation that verged
On awe.
The light seems delayed
Yet, your eyes
Coiled at the feet of darkness,
Flicker more lively than the mane of snakes.
” Waltzing with a second ” ,ensnares the reader with its alluring aphorisms.