There are others

dancing

but she

the only god I see –

feline-faced, sleek-slicked

 

wired well

fine skeleton

beneath the surface

an afterthought of solidification

as though she might

at any moment

discard

the corporeal

like a muslin slip

return to the ether

 

dual green suns

channel-set

regard here and afar

 

she sees me and through me

tangential

so that my own shape

and hers

are ribbed

in whiskered shadow

between us:

 

possibility/improbability

fantasy/deity

 

her purr

subaudible

an idea

evolving

enfolding

in the dance’s

critical threshold

 

we come to the edge of words