She mewed at him provoking sense and shifted gaze.
The glint in his eye sparked flame among the blue.
Smoke surrounded her, drifting a tail of thin vapor.
His Circe gone, the scent of woman-cum-feline stirred.
The endless voyage in hiatus, his will broke in on itself
feathering out the tics drinking below the surface calm.
Caged ardor pounces a captain’s dreams ad delirium.
The restraints of a space-time compendium of battles
writ to air beats love into holes of clawed subordinates.