When he lay you down in a field of fallen feathers
While comets swam across the ballroom of your womb
You lay tongue-tangled in a myriad of possibilities
Colours collide with clouds beneath the arch of your closed eyes
Sending searching words reeling their meaning to find
Messages secreted between your world and his
When you cushioned him from the falling ground
And the circling wings unthinking threw no shadow
He gave no thought to future paths converging
In the ritual flight of meeting minds to nothingness
Each flower blooms to form an individual face
In the writhing of the cascading meadow
When you lift your eyes to touch the constellations
That swirl in the palette of his eye
He gives you the night, a filigree promise
But it is you
You who will need to lay claim to the morning
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