Melt Down
joy loped and raged
up high and low.
tesseracts in the sky.
a shirivasta of dolphins.
there were answers.
but to say which angle
gleamed on what contour
was an impossible appendix.
hyacinth breathed
and swallowtails praised
the storms of blossom
in my wept eyes.
curves of petal and
moon-stippled grass
shelved to trellis
as brave as the first touch
i ever felt.
and all those years of fear fear fear
dwindled like rain.
there was no hope to calm
this jambalaya of pang and furor
borne on the secrets, the lack-
of-fabric, in all aroused things.
i laughed to feel a somehow shy kiss
from within and around
the mysterious consequence
of so much melting.
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