Smoldering from the depths of me,
Smoke rises.
Out my vented chest
Butterflies flutter--
Your iris painted
the color of my minds sea.
Labradorite cinereal.
My silvered lantern.
fissured branches,
glowing ember.
Effervescent beauty seeps through me.
Chromatic metamorphosis.
Like moonlight you cast a beam,
On all the places that must
be seen.
Sepia budded vines entangled,
Growing.
I'm already something new.
© Victoria Venturella, MA, Wait a Meta, Existential Dialogues
