I connected the curve,
goosebumps rising just below my fingertips
sculpting chills in small synaptic rivers
where the warmth of whispered breath
built tempests of anticipation.
I breathed her in,
I let the scent of shivers guilde my hands,
adventurers in forbidden lands
that leave no trace but memory
a physic of forced, foreign inculcation.
I closed my eyes,
and saw her outlined in starburst
residual shapes sparking in darness
washing out color and confusion,
like looking away from the shining sun.
I walked away
from an empty shell, disused cocoon
whence, once, issued forth fluttering,
spectacular! if only for a day,
a mariposal magesty.