Melt

There are times
my eyes grow
heavy
under fragile sky
in reverent silence
in howling
thunder
in divine fire
these flames
draped
from inside
the
blazing
of
my
hips
soft water falls
lips
to my veins
pulsing
upon ground
standing naked
in dreams
rising
and slowly
drinking
from
muted light
I unfold
where all is eternal
and language
is swallowed
in
fire.