JINX

fickle spirit

glutton of love

when all your preening has left you bored

come yowling at our door

and watch the night grow hinges

and our hearts open up its house

traipse across our tables

purloin from the pooches bowl

step where we step

try to trip us up

it is guaranteed we’ll fall

climb into our angles

and close your  grey-blue eyes

splay your every limb

let the music motor forth

but please tame your knife-like fire

don't let the lightning strike                                             

don't open up the vein

we promise to behave

to surmise your every need

as long as you don't hex us

or let the jinx stray from it cage