fluid

She came down slowly, warily,

tiptoeing through the chambers of

gravity like an old feather,

pulled away from her roots;

she scalded me with her caress,

her fiery arms clashing against

my burning caramel skin, turn-

ing it bitter and dark like ash:

ashes float away from my palms,

riding on the backs of heralds

and proclaiming their grand glory;

she hangs about in the air, waiting,

a tiger hiding behind the

lulling, dozing, ochre grass blades,

sticking to the walls like spiders,

sticking to my skin like leeches;

she burns, she metamorphoses

by shedding off her lightest parts,

she pours my lost stories into wells;

she is scalding water that cleanses you.