Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Melt

Writing to myself so loud,
         as if you’ll hear.
         ears burn down,
         disintegrating words so hot...
you melt,
excite,
invite me out of these woods
amid owls who don’t think
like me, don’t believe
I’ll make it through
         this one long night.
         bones chill in rags,
         ill fit for a vagrant in evergreen,
         who wants to be seen
by a clean white moon, muted
by clouds, but soon piercing
a scene, hoping
you’ll defile this nature,
should you liquify,
as I spin words measured
by reason, crystallizing  hard
in wide blue eyes --
this stature thawing in your view,
a silhouette
until Luna hits me right
where I take my stand.

Melt with me where we
could be one.

7.21.21
28 lines, free verse