Acid rain that scatters rainbows in the sun
How you find the deepest parts of me
Unfailing
Pretty petals in the sun that drift about in errant breeze
Circle dance like butterflies of memory
Though remembering is so hard
And time decays them in the sun
Dust beneath realities feet
No less real, but dead and unchangeable
No less formative, but no more alive
Not anymore
Chemical as carbon-based
Down to simple equations
Transformed into vital, intense, and breathing
Raw as the beating sun tender in our breasts
Joy, sadness, and love
Wrapped around our inner selves like twine
Barbed wire around our soul that can only hold us together
As it slowly tears us apart
In the blistering heat of emotion
You flare and you shine
Then you wilt and cry
And something dies deep in the softest parts of you
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