When I think of it
I cannot help but be reminded of the skull of an ape
static wires and bone entwined like vines against dirt:
Your eyes looked so peculiar. A feathered stem around a dilated pupil, another against a hunter green, and one shoved so delicately and deeply I was sure you must be blind.
And when I asked you
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the infrastructure of angel wings
I know it must have been painstaking
the gathering of those feathers"
oh my, beautiful.
love you.
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i love you, forgot how to breath for the splinter of a second - yesyesyes.
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