the evening daze almost to tired to care whether,
i collapsed into a scare of feathers,
leaped from my covers naked,
to fly in the morning air that came with waking,
sighing through the image of birth as dew found me waiting,
hanging on your breath,
a smile from lips wet,
for joy had touched your beating heart,
and spelt you in tongues,
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