a gaze into a wavingly
hot otherworld
shining beneath
a monochrome skin,

groaning for its
meat of color;

and in the otherworld
an other-man,
with a gray hat and
face, looking

at the soulless mimic
forms which gazed
back at him in identical
agony,

as if they too knew
the cost of a life

Under the sober moonlit night
As her face grew starkly pale
A delicate moth lured in
As it's drawn to a flame
Shivered as she with a misty leaf
Sweat out poured rigorously
As she wept neglected, unseen
The fluttering moth flustered her
Wild fantasies lingered,  hovered
A shadow crept gleaming ecstasy
Caressed her back and feet
Rode her wavingly
Lulled,  rode her
As mystery, she mustered
Out,  she dwelled
Out of her brutal shell..