I long for feathers on my skin
That light and love and scratch me.
No tongue has ever written
What a touch of silk can’t break.
With wings, too small to reach the sky
But big enough for shelter,
The feathers pull me in a dream,
Serenity to score.
I sore and soar into the night
Of flowers’ good night kisses
While all my wounds they kiss will bleed
And bleed my heart to pieces.