The warm fleece
upon my shoulders
the wings set along my blades
the fire sparked within my belly,
the lute wrought into my throat
all placed by the weaves of her deep tresses
her upon whom I wish
her upon whom I pray
she who thrums through my breast,
strikes the skin on my bones like drums
who trails behind me in the light as night’s shadow.
And in my sleep, I await her kiss
with my arms crossed on all things as is
and darkness takes hold.
One day, I may not return in my yearning
and lie on her silky skin
a star.