refine

No missed calls
missy for you
you ain't missed
that misty night.


A fire lies
into that whisper
huskity-husky of yours


and say about it any more
would be the act of a fool
since
whoever
listened to it as much
as
even
only
a tiny once
knows that you are the real shit
in a sad world full of shit.


But you blend with the wind
and slip out of my grasp
a deer
a peach
and a dart in my heart


a duke of a shadow
an echo in the dark
bouncing back
and then forth
then swoops in
and out then


till the night that you are mine.