Lost I am
in the center
of your crackling
honeycomb.

Lost. Lost
in palpitating parapets
of inexhaustible ardor.

Blazing eyes, trailing
the flexible edges
of my outline

whispering foliage
your melodious hands

bristling
the eternal landscape
of my secret heart.

Lost. Lost
your magnetic tongue
drowning
in diamond filaments
of joy.

Plunge

paw and claw
my feathered Warrior

to your jungle
go hunting
the abundant springs

the complete
and vital
transparency
of my streaming lights.

© Minerva Bloom

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