First draft, needs work...

[j_renae]

Pulsing,
On the trembling lip
of capricious understanding.
Shivers without, an echo
of the quickening within
my shuddering heart,
it's rhythms unmade
yet still a throbbing counterpoint
to the possibility, building
and quivering in measured time.
A budding mirror
reflecting black-light faces
and twilight wings.
Eyes and mouths are cogs
in the fleshy machine,
geared gossamer feathers drive
the fluttering and distorted images,
fogged and shadowed
by icy gasps
and panting mechanical breaths,
in the pregnant air.
Cold fingers on the
hot swell of skin.
Clockwork ripples, chemically induced
and we are primed
for the oxygen burn
and the blinking blindness
of the dawn.