Whirly bird,
the flowers in your
crown manifest a
God arising.
Goodbye,
goodbye,
I felt the cold waft
by, when you took
that rubbish beauty
and assumed I would
dwindle on with just
half revelations.
I take with me the ripple
in your chamber, colored
like quartz, and a vivid
caw!
You are the one I keep
caged in my ruby rack-
and still my tongue is
drunk from your bottom
retreats!
You kissed me inside my
head, inside my home,
and I breathed your bald and
naked silver-dust, your wingspan
fiddled and flicked glitter
in my streams, and until you
swung at my guts I was flightless.
You became
a conduit of flowers and flames
for my muted sky.
Here will stay always, your light
sided halls, no fat mud smudged
ground, no paunchy root, just
the weightlessness of your superb
uniform.
Your sirens and thick grained barter
bequeathed me a peaceful sense of
words, and I watched you fly south,
haloed.
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