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| *image:: susan boulet |
| You sent me feathers:
(something I can see and touch, something I can keep forever like a tender promise) I laid them on my arms: (soft hum of flight on skin, an almost-dusty touch of every wishdream spilled into the ocean when I called to you from deep inside my lives) |
| Sky-thoughts took me:
(to your world where rivers of pure liquidart bathe beneath a purple sun and magic shines in every blade of being) Over clouds and out of self: (the one that aches to touch and taste someOne who is real, someone who does not play with hearts or souls or sorcery or say �I am the light you have been waiting for� when in truth they have already drained the light that they were looking for from your veins, your heart, your soul) |
| Into the passion that is you:
(One who knows exactly what it means to touch and taste a woman who has only ever learned to recognise what truth and trust are not, by dancing with the enemy) Today, you sent me feathers and we touched � |