light shone through a bird's red tail feathers -
through novembered leaves, veined and flushed as
my lover's wrists above his hands; fisted tenderly.
stained glass clinging behind my cathedral of eyelid
and edginess - not quite or just a little frightened.
temporal as a boneless moth; this moment's unlimited
confines. i breathe your breath, for you asked me to.
i taste your finitude expressed
all through your scent;
so you, so very
in and of you, that you notice it
not at all.
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