(in a corner)

V.

                   There is a corner of my vision

                          Where the window blows sunlight

                         On the synthetic hairs of my lykafur coat.

    

                                                     The sun’s contact is a shimmer that’s

           Meek like shy smiles, (barely there)

 Sweet the way a smile

         Tastes sweet before it happens

                          Tastes like puckered lips, 

              Watering mouth, whistling (and all these words)

              Interrupted by a smile. (stretched to touch the junction)

      In a corner of my vision,

   The glimmer could be (scattered and still)

                    A fine coat of dust (more than half hollow)

                   Glinting shyly (looking back)

                     From a glossy net (missed the nexus)

                         From empty floss-like netting.

                                                                                              (I think I’m here)

                  A still breeze of sunlight from the window

                                             The accumulating dust

                                                           Causes the delicate architecture to wink

                                           The arachnid knitting to breathe.

(It could be,

There in a corner of my vision.)