By Fabrice Poussin
if you know the lightning
of the aura following you
as you traverse the expense of green.
there was a way to break the spell
of the warm prison glow
your protection like a sarcophagus.
whether you might ever want to
be read like the open story you once were
fragile then in every fiber of your flesh.
I too imagine
what remains of the passionate girl
who used to share her infinity willingly
as a sacrifice to the upcoming suffering.
vanishing into the dense heat of a new dusk
as she walks in a dream of her making
her fortress impregnable into eternity.