i will skirt you
(as though
you're disease)
though you taunt and
you tease
at the edge of perception
(please
let us plan
to proceed in the darkness)
for you are
receptive
(and we
are the targets
encroaching)
you
are a freeze
on the process
(of hoping)
still teething
and soaking in fear
(that we're breathing)
these
are the moments
that make us
release
(and the eye sockets
glowing
become all we see)
then a breeze
turns to slashing
(completed
with thrashing about
with a scream
and a doubt)
we are passing
(but she forced
the intricate route
which begins
with a startle
and leaves
all our insides
without)