Tumbling

Tumbling through silence,
exasperated breaths
trapped in the new
moon.
A stranger hooked
on a stranger,
like a vampire on
fresh blood.
Captivated by
passion, undressed
in the jungle
of lies.
Shadows dressing
shadows, observing
the banality of life,
convulsed in emotion.
Gesture: a craft unknown
to men.
Perception: a learned gift.
Everything: contaminated
by the music in the
background. Like a dancing
rodent in the corridor.