Opening Inside a Chrysalis
opening inside a chrysalis
a downpour of thoughts
drenched with meaning
beyond what washes
the topsoil away,
you and I
are furtive plantings
at best,
mixing with the elements
the grandeur of life and death
in newborn fingers
grasp
at air
an insect melodrama
returns
spilling catharsis and benediction
with every struggling breath
copied and pasted
to load-bearing beams
of starlight
plastered like sweat
skin to skin,
we are lovers
reining in the night
with bliss
empty of dreams
that come not between,
we were parched with anger
once
thirsted and hungered
alone
blossoms erupted with the scent
of us
jealous Gods
following in the love
of our making
a consuming fire
my heart catches with
breath.
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