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"Flight"
SultryRose's Signatures You asked me on "that night" if I was still your little bird. I was only capable of answering with gasping sobs, but now... I will answer you. I am your little bird. Forever and always, your babyblue ~v~ Come fly away with me. See how my thighs flutter like feathery wings inviting you to nestle and make your home there? I sigh your name under a milky moon and it is whispery soft like a feather upon your backbone. I am the chill in the night air that makes you draw your sweater tighter about your chest. When you gaze upon an eagle against the bloodred sunset and hear, "I love you" in her piercing cry, it's my voice echoing off the purple mountains with passionate suffering as the wind lashes through the trees and they shudder with heaving branches crying green leafy teardrops. When you hear a sweet song coming from the maternal willow in the morning dew and a rainbow-colored bird not native to this area makes you stop in awe as you drink your latte' on your way to work, it is my spirit serenading you. I am hovering always above your heart, looking for a way to pierce your breast and drink your love. I will always be your little bird, forever circling with memories of us, unable to land and put them to rest. You set me free, taught me to fly and my restless spirit will haunt the cerulean blue skies forever searching for the nest I was forced to leave, hunting each tree limb in case it is your outstretched arms calling me home. Lori Beal Vote for this poem
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