flight of the searching wing

to feel in course

mad thrusting hips

in urgent need

of all

and fill in gaps

of sugared caves

in wait

of rushing fall

soon kiss those lips

in softened time

where i no longer


and close my eyes

on trembling form

still now

in sacred night

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