110: Shadows, Dancing

What once lurked now came out in the open.
We are but sheltered thoughts
encased in flesh and mass. Sweet red congealed,
runs alive underneath - seldom exposed to night's breath.
Natural life in unnatural conditions: pavement, dim streetlight,
gas fumes from the autos;
Makes its rare exit, covered and caught red-handed,
it makes its print. Paints skin dry with dull vibrancy,
then dampened by light mists of dusk.
Never falling as the mist does.
Let loose the cage,
open the bottle.