Sibilant Skin

When still,
the world turns around the axis of my heart.
From the dark within,
lemniscates of a lantern light
tie ribbons in my eyes;
will you know me then?

And when I die,
a steady sibilant wind
of myrrh and frankincense
will polish my bones,
so that when you see me again,
I’ll glow anew
through a translucent veil
of sweetly scented skin.

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