Auroral transparencies of a burning fuse
Intricate crackling
Like the privilege of a permission to touch
Memory that had never belonged to me
An infinite rose of ash
Each slender
A layered bodice of frailty
Sucking honey between whistling teeth
Breathing
Sighs that hide to escape
Cold contractions exfoliating
Skin whispering curls to unwanted tears
Each night hut of glowing prominence
Each leaf tearing to its dance
Till all that remians
Is the stepped ballroom bowtie
2004
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