feathers soaked in kerosene
dance languidly amidst smoke
etched in calligraphy
while the sacrifice resonates
in the red silence
of midnight.

and oceans glide
under wind-induced
foamy goose bumps
laughing mystically
at the ghost of a touch
as the wind sighs in
wax poetic,

but floating secrets
slip under the
water’s blanket – deaf
to the song
of the wind –
never to be seen
again.

i'll stop here tonight