my lover’s heart is a bird in flight, the fluttering beat of wings against pale ribs. her breath a hidden world, fingers warm and soft. my own, calloused and war-torn, unsuitable for holding such a gentle thing as her. but she, graced with light, comes to me, trembling. and i, amazed, take her into my arms.
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Date: 2017-03-14 10:27 pm (UTC)the fluttering beat of wings
against pale ribs. her breath
a hidden world, fingers warm
and soft. my own, calloused
and war-torn, unsuitable
for holding such a gentle thing
as her. but she, graced with
light, comes to me, trembling.
and i, amazed, take her into
my arms.