csty

grazing at scented air
that swept across your stern smile
leaving behind raised eyebrows
and weighted eyesheavied by lure
and swept by your trail
i can hear the razor's glide
upon what i may not seeor even know beyond
a tantalized day
for want wither
sin only slivers of your light
what has your day before you
that i may knowas food for my thoughts
a relish of other's gazes
dressing your auraand lifting your cheeks
in an interesting smirk
let me at least dream of it
glide mind up and down your itinerary
weeping in its crinkles
worn soft from my dire attention