AN AMBYS 2024 FAVORITE (POETRY)
These my offerings,
tiny and fragile, they must take root
in stubborn soil. Fertilize them.
Give them shape. Twisted they may grow,
but their trunks must be strong.
They must reach through the night.
They must be of t...
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Into the air we rose, your firey wings beating a cadence of sublime passion. Feathers of flame licked my face. I arched back to offer my throat and saw acres of clouds in an infinite field of blue. My life gushed into your eager mouth. Spent, I slumbered in your arms, dreams of the heavens fluttering behind my eyes. I lived for your breath.
And how many of us know what it is to be loved by an angel? The desire, the pure fire of embodied thought is more consuming than any earthy hunger. You spoke to me in music; I replied with cacophany, unable to reach the pinnacles of your ideals.
When you let me fall, the sun scorched my flesh, reminding me of pleasures lost.
