Tiny flecks of memory forever ingrained
Dance in the lucid
liquid
With swirls of emotion
Like slushy cola sorbet
Melting slowly, like the heart of the beholder
The beholder, who takes on a fresh salmon blush
Growing pliant at the sight of you
She is the loyal pupil to your compelling depth
The iris to your cold obsidian
A slave to your brilliance, when Raman and Rayleigh render
you breathtaking in sunlight
The cartographer, she is
Dedicated to tracing the skeins of rust that shoot into the ebony
To drawing maps interspersed with the little shivering,
anticipatory peaks of her ECG
Maps that tell the story of a girl who yearned, in crest and
trough
In latitude and longitude
And longing
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