the dimming light

shiver, blush

for the queen in her button-up

for the king with his bass

who stumble in the slanted dusk

of a buried hallway

waltz on the air vent

arm the dimming light

soar off the stage in shrill joy, in rhythm!

a harsh reach

spill the fucking

water on his sleeve

return to the lush frost

of the queen in her letup

of the king with his grace

of the desire, and then the desire