Lonely mornings shiver poems
in the whisper of her wings
telling skies the doubted omens
of the stars to which she clings
I quiver past the breaths unspoken
by the mouth that lacks my fingers
with starlit teeth that never broke them
soaked in wants that hither linger
she's the hue of scarlet shades
upon which my midnights sunder
hidden 'yond the fog that fades
'midst the echoes of my blunder
my head is raised below the tears
in eyes devout to the sacred duty
to in a moment longer than years
worship alone her endless beauty
and if by chance this screaming prayer
hushed by the feathers of her sublimity
catches a ride on her solar flare
I am complete, I am infinity.
©tensei
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