excoriate

when the world was more
ruled by the season
the velvet antlers

a secret breath
of shared exultation
rooted in the ground
weightless

the sunlight
that was your friend
a melanoma in return
for ripe melons

the afterward
the leaves that run in the ditch
carried by rivers of rain

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