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 my defense.
Our dance is without expectation;
In pure creativity we flow.

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