Day Twelve: Melts

 

Sia’s tones melt like caramel

Across my chest

Rumbling with vibrations

Passed from car seat to spine

Back to front

Ears to guts 

As eyes witness the day 

Melting similarly 

Into gorgeous, sweet twilight

Forever blue, every blue

Not dark

Not light

Mystery incarnate

Magic inherent

In streetlights, bricks and 

Aeroplane tracks;

Magic as a shadow reflection

Half cast on a car window

That moonlight, lamp bright

Shell of beauty;

Can that be me?