have i
to
be
flown

eyes through seas
salt through sands sees
trying me through this
through
through
through
fabricated trees

my finger tips
brushing
tips

her hips watching me
wanting
me

in between


circle ing over canyons
here
we
breathe

from the cave
she calms
to me
listen
to
her
sing
what wings
?






















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