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The lights dim as the cinema begins.
 
      She moves as a parade
      of jasmine and winter breath
      and I am the last dance of hornets losing stingers.
 
Lights, camera, action.
 
      She offers up
      a smile, an embrace
      All her defenses and nervous mysteries.
 
I devour these gifts,
 
      And suddenly I am trapped
      within her cage of arms,
      paralyzed, hungry.
 
The world becomes a teeming collection
of noises and intrusions,
invading our familiar coil.
 
      Somewhere,
      The sea level rises,
      A streetlight flickers and goes out, followed by another.
 
I join in their obvious worship,
lost in a wilderness tamed by her bitter smile;
her damning embrace;
the fall of her gentle rain.
 
      A turn of the head, wicked, satisfied,
      she opens her cage and releases me
      and disappears in a dizzying repose.
 
Jump cut. The camera follows her down the boulevard.
 
      Sirens.
 
            Footsteps grow quiet.
 
                  All that I am fades to black.