My skin is on fire, sizzling and crispy,
wispy tendrils I can smell burning.
Looking down finding smoothness
no fire races no charring black flesh
under patterns that bring to mind
water flashing in hot oiled skillets
violently silky vapor, tailors of skin.
manical treasure maps drawn flip-side
radioactive branding with artistic flair
slim tracks coiling spiked tails
labyrinths girdling boundaries
unmentionable losses long forgotten
unimportant until naked mirrors
reflecting images caught upside down
storefront eyes squared in the round.
Neck craned, bending back on itself
squinting, patterns blur imagery
forcefully breaching the surface
discovering a loving universe has
left behind finger print dust on
cell walls coded for immortality.
Glimmering, a clearing emerges
behind secret blind eyes, the mind
unfolds sublime origami love notes
tongueless narrations told by fireflies
tapping Morse Code fairy tales
against sinless glass.
I am the forest naked from behind.
statuesque form in chlorophyll light,
a fawn hiding in open stillness
unsullied prey breathlessly waiting
my silvery tattoos signaling May-Day
to a changeling that can never return.
Thank you for being here today. <3 HA!