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(for Claire's dress)
Hello, my cataclysm,
my eventual wings,
my A-lined attempt at
sudden potential.
We've both made it
this far. Both been abandoned,
both made new through love's
finding, and her sharp, grand excess.
You, wrapped tight
around the ribs, kept close
to the heat of my body,
breathing in her salt-honest sting.
O my crisp and rice-thin papercraft,
hanging there on the wide blade
of my shoulders, the flat sheath
of my valley chest,
lay on me soft like a secret,
hiding things that want to be true,
and when we twirl, when we twirl,
dash out like the stones skim the lake.