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Fire & Talons

Your light

Burned so ferociously
And bright
I felt your warmth
Far before

I saw your fire

In mid flight
For reasons unknown
You caught me in the fury of your wings
And in marvelous wonder
I let myself

Be gripped

Within the strength of your freedom

And your free soul
It was electrifying
So much so that your fire ignited lightning

And what burned inside me
Was so pale and weak in comparison
I was scorched by this ignition

I had hoped instead
To have my own flames fanned
But the power of yours
With your free soul fueling it

Engulfed me

I was useless against its bounty
And burning willingly
To a crisp
Having no power to tame such a force as this

Though fascinated and mesmerized
Like a moth to a flame
I was seared at the touch
Like a child to a hot stove

Rather than letting the shock of it
Travel through me inspiring strength

I was weakened
Unprepared and unfamiliar
With this capacity

And so I fell

And you
With your wingspan and your flames and your spirit
Trumping mine in size and liberality

What could you do
But let me fall

I would not have carried my own weight in flight
But rather
Weighed you down
Latching on for an astonishing ride

With my burnt wings
And the last of my embers
Fighting for their right to burn on
And burn larger

Than they might have
Before you
Or if not for you
Or quite possibly
Because of the sight of you
But not for the sake of you

I landed once again
Feeling so naked and robbed
Of something I only ever wanted
And never even had

Neither brave enough to reach for
Nor strong enough to grasp yet

My eyes will now be focused skyward
Where you live
So effortlessly
Freely
With a power you’ve harnessed so mysteriously

I should have gathered
That your admiration for birds of prey
Was not just of their majesty

Understanding then
That it was their solo sojourns
Which entranced you most

And I lay on the ground

And I swallow this

While searching for tinder for my fire

Determined to sear the sky
With flames of my own


The Fall

Wind in our hair and the sun on our faces,
we ran through the sand, the dunes, the wildflowers.
We reached a cliff where I peered down
over the falls,
beaming in anticipation,
before turning to look at you…
Tempted by the abyss,
who taunts with salacious adventure,
I closed my eyes, held my breath
then jumped –
Soaring, flying, falling into the depths,
my feet hit water and I was immersed
in refreshing delight.
The shock of submergence
revitalizing, seducing,
I surfaced,
gasped for air
…Orgasmic…
And found that you were not beside me.
Bathing in my preemptive bliss,
that was supposed to be ours,
I dove into exhilaration and danger
but, you –
you lingered,
content where it was safe.

Eyesight

I soar.
I see.
I saw
eyesore.
Sore eyes.
Sorry eyes.


The Distance

The battle.
But
not the war.
The
victor yet unseen.


The Faithful Dove

I whispered and the dove understood.

I asked him to fly,

‘Til he reaches the woods
And enters through brambles
That shadow your longings with dark hoods,

To deliver this message
With fine feathers fluttering and
Snow white breast beating from

Excitement mirroring my own;

Hoping his singing
Will divide the vines,
Reach your heart
And put faith into mine.


Whisper

Longings fly

on the back of a leaf

as it blows

in the wind

from one heart

to one ear.


For It All

If you live your life being afraid to die
then you probably have only
been living a lie,
because those afraid of death
know nothing about life.

You ought to hurry and get to living
rather than worry
about the Grim Reaper reaping.

Through it all,

I find comfort in knowing
that if it was my time,

And today was the day
God chose to greet me,

I would say,

“Thank you for it all,”
and go forward boldly.


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