Slow Wings Poem by Patti Masterman

The anatomy of my desire:
To find the one who is my complement;
Long nights sleeping, while I awaken;
Long days awake, while I drowse
Tentatively, among curling wisps of tendrils
On your neck, tracing the path
Of older tears, that you no longer need to weep.
Wherever there is a moon whispering in your sighs,
There will be stars answering in my fingertips.

Comets blossom in your eyes colorless highlight,
Part earth, part sky; a twilight past earthly limits
To travel briefly, to where I cannot go.
Chameleon-like, we change into the other;
Glancing accidentally into a mirror.
I give you all freedom, so you do not turn away;
You give me warmth of joy, and all the rarest days.
Others may not intrude wherever we are together;
Though they circle and spin themselves, into our center,
They are whirled out again, by the reflex of repulsion.

I would kiss both your hands as the most precious,
Fragile petals, of all your bursting kindness and bravado;
Eternity sprouts fresh singularities, upon a single word from you;
The planets orbs run backward, when you turn to leave a room,
And ruminant angels burst into sounding sobs.
The gods once overthrew a world, to seek one such as you,
And in every echo, dwells a syllable’d piece of your past.
In your steadfast gaze, an emptied heart grows full;
Your touch turns worlds life-giving,
While your absence turns out the light.

I am filled up by you, I run to gather in all the stray,
half-forgotten moments;
In you are found all things, that can lift slow wings to fly...