when I drifted I cannot remember
into the throb of unrelenting impulse
then engulfed, captive to the spectacle within
relief ever closer, yet never in grasp

words dripped from my throat, glutted
like voluptuous beads of nectar, heavy
hanging in lush garlands, suspended then released
shattering into fragments of truth at my feet

driven into the serpentine embrace
senses fused and flooded, synesthetic
I tasted the orange and pink light
and in the wake of this, knew my unraveling

roused with a start, fallen, emptied
at last, untethered from illusion
my desire made holy, still my heart on fire
and in my garden, fruit ripened on the tree


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