"dragon bone poetry"

figurine small, tiny
dancer legs, spin, spin, spin,
a gravity well gathering—
light, pooling where achingly
small palms draw the water-threads,

silver with moon.
quicksilver

strings on a violin,
the tap, tap, tap of chemical
rain on the windowpane,
a sliver of dawn, the tap, tap, tap
of my fingers, acrobatic and
fluid, drumming the typewriter.

words like golden needles,
each stitch of ink, delicate
bones of a dragon, oracle
bones in an ancient sea, buried in silt
and silver shards of fish scales, the quiet
well of the dust-blue water beyond

the fingers of the moon.

oh, the skeletal form, the
wish, wish sounds of wings
brushing the night, each hooked
and clever bone, keen ivory in the jade
sea of constellations, oh golden
dragon billowing on the eastern wind,
oh song of my heart, violin words
dancing on the paper like

moon on water.