Epistle Xiv - Nimble Contortion
(I)
Lust,
the colossal burden
its jagged edges
chisel into my
crystalline spine
(II)
Lo!
it appears that
fragmentation swamps
my fragility,
my feet, in mimicry
of origami,
bend and fold in
a kaleidoscope of
nimble contortion
(III)
I slip off
chastity's marble-edge,
I am the anchor
that freefalls
to the ocean floor
from Eden's
pristine precipice
(IV)
Amidst the blaze of
my impassioned plea
to partake in communion,
I wrench asunder
the tendrils ensnaring me
to the obsidian bowels
of abyssal separation
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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