indescribable, you are
though I try,
though I keep falling short. Though I
will make a life's work of it,
if I have to: I will
capture you
in words, in a flow
like creeping amber, but
before you are drowned in that slow,
golden tongue of honeyed language, liquid
hardening to tomb, embraced, preserved, killed -
- every time I think I can cover you! You
keep bursting free: a faerie dragon,
from her chrysalis
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