Let loose your feathers, Your wings come unfurled To the blood of romance. You curl your eyes to the sunset, Radiant upon your back. I seek to draw back a lock Invading the space in your sight, To be behind your ear At the spot where I let stay my hand. You are contented, As you've consented For me to touch Wings that quiver, Then to experience The scent of Heaven That erupts, from flesh. You are the sickness I draw from, Like a well without ending To its seeping contents. Your wings do bring A solace to the moon, wrapped around your form Like darkness to the sun. I kiss your eyes, Shrouded by the lids. I kiss your cheeks, Covered over by tears. At last, I kiss your breast Like a child for its mother, To then sigh, when I revel. Let loose your dying spirit Upon this path, under my feet. You are, what I crave Of what, I could not save.