Escorpíon Peak
swirling lockets
breeze over my skin,
tease pictures
from the museum of my face,
these memories
as easy as a robe of glow,
tangerine from the sun,
and sequins of dragonfly,
they are my muscles now,
floating as i perch,
my heartbeat their sparkle,
sweeping in waves.
formless stairs
spiral up my nude reach,
lift me with their whispery songs
till i am drenched and cleansed.
after a long, unruly game of toss
in which time somersaults away,
lost from the doubt of reason,
the Earth catches me,
and my eyes swing to look up
at a fresh sky so patient.
no hint of the mischief there
lazy yet rambunctious,
as if someone else had turned me
into a leaf.
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