Half a Jewel's Twirl

Love.

Dove above.

A treasure trove.

A shift, this incessant move.

Walk.

The Dismount

And here you be!

Stirring within me,

waiting to pounce on some beautiful beast.

Yet when no such creature doth hum

a throbbing tune, such menace creature do I become,

and alone do I have my feast.