Gold sets a river in North Carolina afire.
Writhing joyously in the flame,
a thousand ephemeral vapors transcend
whispy tendrils reach, embrace, and dissipate.
But I, I found my way to the heavens
And that which is me
crystallized around my core
tenuously blossoming until
diamond bifurcations burst
into stunning symmetry.
I surrendered to the seraphim stratosphere
and reveled in gravity’s caress.
Falling is flying when you’ve never touched ground.
So it was clearly fate
when I suddenly stopped
and you were there.
Crystalline and kindred
rough and resplendent
you, you melted me.
I taste salt.