Dinja

Wring around the weening sky
Wean with it, so warm and high
A skyward fire that reaches out
With beats that roll the body deeply

The feeling burns into mind and tail
Something so stunning must have a pulse
A lunge so sudden, tense as a torrent
Like a cortex in a vision, strong and cautious

In spirit, the form demands closeness
It seeks to cuddle within the mood
To be one for a cycle, to embrace more than as memos
As a system, a connection bound to feelings

Towards the end, the coils fade
Meanwhile, the bond is made
From a projection from fiction
The passion of above beyond has weaved a vow