[Soaring Feather]

Warm nights
Oriental perfume
reels the head
and rocks the room
and sends one into
a prolonged swoon
greets the night
kisses the moon
tomorrow is nigh
heat and dew
there is no regret of
meeting you

[Camachee]

i darken
in the carpathian
happenstance
of mists
that mean
our return
eventual

[Kay Syrah]

musk, and must
pheromones and phonemes,
somewhere between the nose
and the brain, seduction
beggars logic with perfume
and keeps
the hunt active
while words seal
the deal.