Deliquesce
In time I will soften
like old mushrooms –
deliquesce
cell by cell
plexus defenseless
bulwarks dissolved
into moat. I will
not will, won’t
quarrel with the moon
nor damn the tides.
I’ll acquiesce –
unmasked essence
afloat and rudderless.
Let the meltoff decide
on whose sands I maroon
or drift on alone
and after, evanesce.
2005.Written by Leslee, of Third House Journal.








