You could be the edge of night
the card that cuts the dusk
and shuffles back the dawn.
You could be the stereo separation
the bass chasing melodic noise
the ritual urge to tap out lifelines
long leads on dance floors and
rain slick cement.
You could be
swaddled in silk and
pale blue ribbon and
in any compromising position
would look
angelic
in the moonlight
enticing
in the sun.