tumult

i am welcome to your nuzzle
to the fallen scent of your muzzle
it fades to red

but the palest
the slowest
the slinkiest nightmare demon

who wanders
and wonders
in wait

if you'd just say
stay
it'd become

and we'd free fall and fade
and persist and re-exist
and and and and and

a tumult, a gray hair
i can be the pull
the loose thread of your sweater
caught in the breeze
as you rush down the stairs
to catch your silly train