Solstice

They say the only thing that separates us

is the knowledge of the barrier that is our skin

the wall of temporary genetics.

If it was gone could we still sin?
And if it is our skin that makes us sin,

what of the bones that carry it?

And if it is our skulls that coffin our eyes

with the delusion of a fiery demise

Could we melt into one another

with the Alchemist's reforging of the summer?

And if we are figurines of the greater picture

but a snowflake in the winter

Could we freeze into the atmosphere

no longer separate hemispheres?

If I am the winter solstice, and you, a flame,

Ignite until you consume season's change,

until we breach harmony, again.