An Arc

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.

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