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[poem] Brushed 
18th-Sep-2007 03:43 am
mao distorted
(05. July 2006)

Wings unfolding all around me –
I feel their feathers on my skin
And I taste them like the moonlight
Shimmering silver on fine fingers slim.

My name I hear inside my head
Mere a whisper, faint and stark
Arousing what I held inside me
It echoes from the hidden dark.

Dithering I smell the raindrops,
Lost by summer, found by me,
Brushed by swan-wings that, elevating,
Lift me up to where I can see.

This place looks over all that there is –
Souls are whistling thoughts I missed
And a passers-by, a raven
Tells me secrets I’d never craven.

Then suddenly, the wings give cover,
Touch me as one touches a lover,
Give me love as I give in:
There’s nothing sweeter than this sin.

Hours, minutes, seconds passed
In a moment which was vast
And I feel I’ll be abandoned,
But these wings, they hold me stunned.

Running softly through my hair –
I feel fingers that are not there
I turn around, and there is nothing
But a fair feather on the ground.

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18th-Sep-2007 03:18 am (UTC)
Oooh, very nice.
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