with a soft copper gaze I judge
hard ridges and with
the tip of my raw key touch
as your breath bears rolling oceans
the lock retaining your violent light
reset tumblers determine
whether you absorb my key's shape and action
lungs keeping time
with eager filing
(flat and soft here)
and
notching
(vigorous and hard there)
or if the
grooves slide easily
(teeth resting featherlike on pins)
once twice more reaching
the
sheer line the
nape bathed
in
metallic shavings
as the devoted efforts of both end
a final turn ignites release
each pore a quasar evaporating
blown open doors
rushing light wraps you
in silken scarves of lightning
thick on your skin rising
arcing gasping
"don't lose that key"