In prayer of unclipped wings

And to sea

where ive been

in that epic

burnt way

with the

silted sunned

shadow of

noon,

And that drip

of warm wine

making waves

as with blood

between

milky soft

breasts

at full moon,

In soft moment

of come

with

legs splayed

in warm wait

as silk water

laps at

perfect lee,

At kind shores

of long hopes

with sweet love

on lifes tongue

where

burnt tears

allow angels

to see.

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