"Turning"

breathing breath
inhales
with smouldering

eyes
which slide around
restless
thundered skies
and swaggering
room demons;

slick
red language
desires the

swallow.

Shade my underwater blue,

whilst
music touches flesh kisses
and
light
becomes my playing card:
straight

on the tables
turning a fast line.



`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova