DrFaustus
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Wings Your magic causes my wings to grow In span and real. They have become all the clothes I need And, by the cool skin of my body, I feel My way to you. The thrust of air beneath each feather Reminds me of the pleasure I had forgotten. I pull myself through dizzying heights On my way towards the Sun. You give me the strength to fly to you Halfway around the Earth And I find you naked in the icy sea And I come down to share the Sun’s warmth. My wings wrap themselves around us To form a small cocoon And, in this womb, we warm ourselves With the friction of moist bodies joining, And the syllables from your mouth, Each like shining eggs or miniature suns. I gaze at one for some time And then place it gently between your legs, And it grows and brightens our sun-warmed feathered cocoon, And continues to grow until it reaches around the Earth, So that the worlds of dream and waking become one.
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