Ameloriated Bursts

I was looking for the dark lessons.
The outline of a storm cradled my face
every time I looked upon the past.
And it was time to banish
the flash of every wintry season–
freely create heat,

to warm my veins.

Emerging from the wet cave,
youth in my eyes,
memory-thickened hair,
a love spell on my lips,
I engineered a figure,
each shape co-mingling,
dancing, morphing,

and you:
the door left open.

Pan-handling to my demons,
it was as if I bled
a buffet
of poisoned tonics–
and into the dust,
out came the rest,
ameloriated bursts,

us two,
free to collide.

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