Opening Inside a Chrysalis

opening inside a chrysalis a downpour of thoughts drenched with meaning beyond what washes the topsoil away, you and I are furtive plantings at best, mixing with the elements the grandeur of life and death in newborn fingers grasp at air an insect melodrama returns spilling catharsis and benediction with every struggling breath copied and pasted to load-bearing beams of starlight plastered like sweat skin to skin, we are lovers reining in the night with bliss empty of dreams that come not between, we were parched with anger once thirsted and hungered alone blossoms erupted with the scent of us jealous Gods following in the love of our making a consuming fire my heart catches with breath.