Wild raisin eyes

 And the crazy knots of love and passion. In our orbit. We will be slow in the fall. Sweet drop of bodies. Without red doubts. Red fire ants devoured by the crowd. Of moving insect walls. In his hunger grind. They separate their steps to isolate the danger. Rain gills. Metallic breath. It sounds like a buzzard. The afternoon burns. Heat stirs in the air. It doesn't run, it floats. He burns his face and wings on the way. A late bird growls on the dry branch. It spreads its wings to the absent fresh air. Panting beak. stiff tongue Wild raisin eyes.