Illuminated
A gilded soul so true in imperfect excellence
my entire body sang with radiating memories blind to my conscious mind, taking
shape as a coastal breeze in thundercloud backlit dropseed
I was breathing you in colors rich as sueded
tobacco earth in sun rich hand, mythical lunapillar chrysalis peeling winged
freedom past wild mint bed, combustible red currant midsummer passion bursting
shockwaves on tastebuds of desire
Colors that spread my flesh from inside outwards staining me
indelibly
E.A. O'Connell
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