(un)titled ode XXXVI

she is
like an aria
like a field of lilies
like a sunrise
over the sea

she is
like lilacs on the breeze
like sea foam
like the thrum of lightning
right before it strikes

she is
fantasy given form
divinity given shape
love made palpable
washing over bare nerves


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