sultry tymbals calling

in her darkest dress
of pressed ache and fever,
she clung she embraced the willow
with naked aspect and
faded inflorescence.

blind but
emerged. from the dirt. exited with nothing,
leaving a yellowed space behind, and
the sap she had nursed from cracked cups.
the tunneling to next had been with small tired
claws and tarnished spoons.

pale and dedicated
she ground toward the singing
and the click, and ground toward the chorus,
the madly swirling chorus,
the deafening orchestral play delivered of 
the male, the male
made musical, enchantment
resonating from the airy space of his guts. 
                                    
                    identify the song, wingflick and follow. 
                    he sang.  she moved her wings.  sing wing sing wing.
                    closer and closer. sing sing wing. wing

                    the surge the waves of uncomplex. 
                    match mate up and down
                    a sauntering
                    a jauntering
                    a mechanized
                    mystery,
                    clocklike connection
                    ununderstood.

after the seduction
there are larvaed nests and
completion.  under the white willow
there is the braided shadow and beam
and she fastens to something bigger.

this is the brutalest cadence.