Monday, August 13

Real Man Poetry

My beautiful change wing

With wings in a flaming blaze,
blinding me to all else.
You swoop
down and pick me up and
kiss my lips.
Sweet relief flows through my veins,
and to your touch my pain
goes away.
Your eyes blaze red
with a white halo
around your head.
You are my mountain and I
am the rock,
my ocean and I am the rain.
Divinty with a twist.

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