C U-Flame-Go

Beauty is the beast that my caught eyes by the tail. Wet fireflies cover land
and glint their glass lights.

my vision-rhythms
sharpen—burns her
orange with knife shadows—

Feel the Bengal strobe.

Midnight spreads
its body out soaking
in the jungle’s steam; laying root,
v
i
n
e
s
grow to taste
the blossomed peach.

Dawn heals shadows enough
to mute
her flight
in amber
camouflage.