rosewood hair caresses dry veins, ignite within his wrist.
sweat, hear, charcoal against his cream eyelid.
1, 2. 1, 2.
shuffling across the magnetic winter stage,
tensing the crevasse of the dancer's foot,
he strokes consecutive, soundless syllables.
3, 4, 5, 6.
a premium rose amongst the field.
down his icicle jaw,
which no taste of power can soothe,
5, 6, 7, 8.