Good Night Chuck

Sharp black eyes, quick hands
Taut spring
Fueled.

Instinct drawn into your fingers, voice, and loins
Currented through me
Shes;
Us.

Electric black center
Bolt of colour; careless focus - or a zen cut
Tears - or laughter

Rainbow splayed tannery
Many costumes cut through the years
Until
No color left
Fabric tattered and diffused into emptiness

May you rest now,

Peace