a dark figure before black expanse.
Fingers uncurling, dipping, exploring
into the darkness beyond.
The taste, burning strong in the shimmering
folds of imagination.
A glimpse of what is to be foretold.
Voices from lilting melodies,
they whisper succulent phrases
heard only by attuned ears.
Oh how deafness would be serenity,
as black bleeds to black,
and the figure becomes no more.