My Divali
No greater gift can be
than your festival of lights
which blister burst so sweet
shedding firefly skins.
In silk-shod luminosity
enshrined the tombstone corners
of my darkest patch of soul,
drowning radiant pools around my feet.
Fortune blessed the sapphire rays
loop moonbeam lariats and
tease the savage mooring, free
my aorta, dragged to dizzy brilliance.
Whereabouts the holy jewels crust
the surface of a glistered grail,
which love infused now overflows
the milk and carbon glows predestined.
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