Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

The wood door 
escapes
from the coal
the one figure leaves
as I inhale 
soft as a breeze

Sweet sweat 
drips
melted meat blend 
puddle 
releases a steamed smile 
furnace hiss 
the wood door returns 
knocking 
as the entrance 
all the ways I have let go 
the heat brings it 
back 

Lighten up. 
no.

Teumessian fox-
the wind 
can never be caught 

a dance with the grey 
hound 
who catches all its prey 

infinite chase
birthed
a shattered wine bottle –
gush violent
settles 

as constellations:
Canis major, minor 
bleeding 

on my inked 
sleeve