Early night

The door swings shut
moving in time
the rhythm knocks me off my feet
i am flying
a bird in the night sky
feeling desire
caught in a thermal
soaring
beyond
dreams
on wings
made of crystalline fancy
You walk in
after the fact
bloodstains
apparent
on the walls
of your imagination
as you laugh and pick me up
while the distant dove coos
an evening song

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