TB Poentry Shikigami Flight
by Dark Setsuna
Night
clings to his kiss

He will take me
wound in eagle's wings,
high over the plastic houses
where men and women
disentangled
lie like mismatched dolls,
the morning after the taste of disenchantment
collecting tartly
in their mouths.

I long to fly
but, moment to moment,
must cling to him
to remember longing, to
renew beleif,
to assuage the terror
of flight.