I am intense. It’s my gaze, unveiling in the breeze-
folds of intimacy,
unfurled.
The slow seduction
of a Venus flytrap.

In miasmic tones laden with
Catalepsy
for those disappearing in blue mists. Alleyways.

Or inside rooms, stained by your dreams, rainbowed by my touch.

know, this is what you came back for-

neon palpitation of singed beats,
a contraction to engulf
a misery.

Incased chassis in blue walls,
creaking doors and crashing moans
of yourself in protest of an implosion which you long for,

As
I shut my morrows
in mirrors reflecting the twists of bodies, curt.
Siphoning your clamour off with my silence.