by piera
At first the trespassing goes unnoticed:
the shape shifts seamlessly
to the opposite side of its possibility:
what has been is no more
(was it ever?)
Clizia always was a sunflower
Echo’s always been
a desireless voice.
They metamorphosed.
It felt like true magic:
not felt at all.
Yet Clizia spoke, touched and kissed
the Sun (not he her)
And Echo once had a desiring body.