Birds of paradise
Beat in me
Careening
unassailable screams
Hung on sinewy feathers
Inked with bone, and vein,
And flesh.
Filmy brush of white
A body breaks the ceiling
Splits through my sky
Explodes in a fury of light
You ripened
I kiss a bloomed mouth
Touch me, brokenly
Like fog slipping
through silent trees.
Here the arrant poem lies
Mended and seamed with strands of fire
Into a bladed wing
Memories caught in your teeth.
I left my lamp at your feet
For the first time
Dreamed you into a watercolor
A sinking sea
Bled beneath our bed
Kiss me, thrown back
A century of sighs are screaming
Under my throat.
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