Velvet gossamers silk clouds
are launched into a nightingale frenzy
enigmatic reflections; beautifully lain
like mouths whispering, whistling, slowly waking
I am a dew of a body
dropping into shapes and channels
molting in cocoons
rapidly breathing

in those soft lights
where sleep seduces wakefulness
and warmth kindles with the cool
a screen of lava
touches the moist wings of the dreaming dragonfly. ▬