En tu amor
I have become a fountain,
cupping hands
to sip its own immortalizing waters;
a trapped grain of light,
trying to assure itself
as it sinks in the corner of an hourglass
where it is one element of eternity,
and so it understands eternity.
I have become a child's sacrilegious
trust in imagination,
conviction in a rainbow's integrity,
and careful alignment
of shadow and flesh;
En tu amor,
a wound, rubbed
against the panther‘s undercutting tongue,
a hooded snake that dies from a lick
of its own fangs.
Honorable mention
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