Figurehead

Bitterness oozed in with the birds
Slipped into craters of my marrow
Awareness scooped each crevice clean
And their poesy penetrated softly

They carry cells of your essence in their plumage
To land like dew drops on my tongue
This figurehead dove in solitude
Submerged in privacy to play with bubbles of you

Your letters brim with intimacy 
Peeling me from that bow
Sucking fish bones and beetles from my neck
Whisking my wooden limbs into waltz

Stone in the gaze of that ivory court
An iota of warmth melts away my defense
Our dance is without expectation
In pure creativity we flow

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