eyes_like_that werewolf eyes wrapped and reflective like second hand tv, her hands move like a famine, something you forgot to prepare for. her legs spread outward over and under her knees like the escalating emptiness of a bell's shell, above hangs the metallic taste of a thin silvery sliver, and beneath the echoes close off into feet which cannot escape describing with awkward grace the thoughtfulness in her dominating hips. her hands grasp tighter than they need to, everything is commandeered with the same force, dandilions survive barely what would shatter glass. you must accept the ambivalence of her hands if you are strong enough for the fierce loyalty in her arms. for her to turn her back to you, you must've been held by her arms. she reaches back to remind you of them, to remind you that even as you hold her, passive and active are not so clear. she holds your bottom lip between her teeth and rolls it, and you cannot stand still, you are not the unmoved mover, nor wish to be, you are tugged along by her, into the furnace where life is continued, where the first atom is hidden and must be discovered, where the answers are not given, but more time is bought. 030326 ... werewolf in changing questions, in the realization of a body's orbit, of a reliable touch in a maze of hungry skin, a reference point to return to, to measure all beginnings from, as if time had just started. 030326 ... jane eyes are just tricks we play on ourselves 030623 what's it to you? who go blather from