Belly of a Star

my practice of compassion

Wings

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Wings

Tethered
Wings
Wrapped with twine
And painted fingers
Nibbled, tickled flesh
Your teeth upon the wake
Biting through
Trespasses

Welcomed
Beguiled
And torn
Tis the way of fairies
Wings set aflame
From bitter-turned intentions
Captured
In the hope
Of love

Momentarily
Caged
Clipped
Surrendered
Until passion
At the door step
Begs
And flight returns

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I am

I am
The water below my feet
Trickling down the limited slope
Into the singing brook
A captured form in blended splendor
Without beginning or end
Only this
A cascading fluidity
Without purpose
But to move
In the direction
Directed
Undetected by the undetectable
Alive in the absence
Of knowing

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Boy

Weather boy
Still
Palms seeking rain
And sun-dripped kisses
Carry on
Into the moonlight hour
Beckoning the daffodils
Their dew, sultry mist
To spring forth
Surrendered
Before morning breaks
The delicacy of submission
Claimed love

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