thin & feathered in shards of blue
all that i am rests easy deep inside this cut-chasm of quartz moonlight
basking in the resin of stillness
speech is pink
and this oddly sacred, seasonless snow falls ... lights upon my skin, ice-fire melting
as the truth lies as sacred parchment golden & bound with paper-dragon-chains
to pause, breath & feel the thread of ruby-fire that binds my throat to the fist of my sex
allow. if I chose.
chose the pause
chose this amber intent
the pause takes a soft turn
2 steps . . .
slide inside a robe of cashmere nectarine . . let it drape the vulnerability,
wrapped & folded : gifted