The Specter

no creature

neither corporeal nor ethereal

is quite like this one

both tiger and saint,

she quickens the faint

the mistress of cut and run


nothing is significant until it is shared

a dissolving dream, morning manger bed hair

a wispy frame, tender loving care


she is now a specter in a suit of armor

timeless and impenetrable, feet shuffling and clanking somewhere far away

conjuring thunderstorms

and a muted earthquake caution:

beware the creature who homes a second world

there’s rapture in your being devoured,

she becomes the wind as your toes curl