Feathers on fire scatter
Off the birds that flutter
Their tawny wings in my bowels
O how you reduce me to a bundle of tension!
Do you recall the live wires?
Their sparks started the fire
Flaring gloriously in my eyes
Repairingly destructive
Hold me waist and heart
As the lady in me slaps your hands off my skirt
Reduce me to a fine heap of nothing
O artist seductive.
If you love proves deep
And forgetfulness in my memory does seep
Recover it with the warmth
Trekking through your bones
How you send me without defense
Off the brink of sense
Beautiful on the inside
You hypnotize me, like a million suns rising.
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