Lying in porpoise wait, breaths foggy and whispering
Tortured touching, chapped lips moving- a cloudy, tactile ache
Pewtered paces and glides- demystifying over-ached branches
Anchored arching and bucking- overflowing deep, smoky lake
Such grey torture of shadowed release, I remember
The iron bulge and throb of then ashen- now, engorged veins
A myriad of hues: charcoal, graphite, pebbled and silvery
Iron-clad intensity, still dove-like- the flaming fossil remains.