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We: Irony



you are a leakproof nimbus
with a heart of pyrotechnic hypothermia
in cold sheets
i cannot extinguish this
wet and burning luminosity
i am rustproof
following these underwater voices
and cloud songs
i am she who caresses stars and chisels
sucking the ice of fire
ticklish at absurdity's fingertips
lured by joyous tingling terror
we are windows into the jade
and sapphire night
both jaded
we stand
we sprawl
we release poetry
i am taking direction from the wind
licking romance from the rain
questioning ecstasy and pain
and taking dictation from a pen