Inches from the horizon,
shadow you will be illuminescent, the chains around your ankle will fall to the side,
shatter like icicles,
be on the ground like moss.
Inches from the horizon where a pregnant sun, waits before you, abundant in its love, shimmering such lucid colours of gold.
Dance before each jewelled element, snake hips you are belly dancer, and you will swallow it like a dragon and breathe it before worlds.