Infrared - Richard Shindell

She naps in a sunny chair

Out in the summer garden

The breeze that disturbs her hair

Is rifling through the pages

Of the magazine lying open in the grass

There where she let it

Fall as her arm did

Naked from the elbow down

The radial taper slight

Flowing along the ulna

Her wrist is a rivulet

Into the finger delta

Opening into molecules of air

Nitrogen, Argon,

Carbon Dioxide, Oxygen

She inhales, she exhales

Inhale, exhale

Dreaming her heart’s desire

The secret she’s told to no one

Visible now in infrared

The gaussian plume is seen

By an oogenetic culex

Narrowing down the stream

Back to the dozing vertex

Lateral turns and counter-turns

Across the scent of the blood host

Pheromone levels spiking

She’s in love for the first time

In love for the first time

Dreaming her heart’s desire

The secret she’s told to no one

Visible now in infrared

Inhale, exhale

Visible now in infrared

She is a radiant form

A nexus of information

Visible now in infrared

Inhale, exhale…