I slipped inside the cuticles of
the sun- danced like rivers shouting;
cracked the chords like candy canes
and traced the brittle peppermint like
rain inside tea kettles.
Burning hot with radiance, we sang-
fire in our hair; tongues wrapped
like bows in the locks of golden children,
whisper now they weep for days like
trust slipped in crystal cups...
His eyes, flush with colour beyond
deep horizons- buckle my knees and
I'll bend to your fervor; hands locked
tight around the collapsing fears that
incarcerate me
heartbeats race
Honorable mention
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