S o f t W a i v e

the room light
bulb blazes fierce
throwing like a noon
day sun
the shadows
askance

but theres a haze
softness rounded
on textures

eyes trained of a
months worth of
chilled snow crystal
rounded topography
chimney plumes
rising as a city bends
and speeds past
beyond bus window
dreamers

stretches reading
the black band
like a shadow
racing across
her curling
hip
cupped with light
like a wave
the patterns
of dreams
like leopards spots
reclining
down long
legs