A limping one man theatre
Eyes burnished copper
Patient in their stare
Predators each one
And each with their own target
One watches my breasts
Sinuous on the waves
Of my stampeding breath
The other, the exit
Which rests vulnerable, ajar
Mouth an ancestral fountain
Rabid with drivel
Vacillating over promises
Wept in platinum
Both engaged in scimachy
Head full of mirrors
We swat our hands
At invisible nemeses
Hoping for a conclusion
Less tawdry
Than the initiation