6.18.2014

feathers (1)

Birds of paradise in everlasting spiral upwards
I woke up this morning
smiling
scratching at my shoulderblade
You make me want to keep flying up
'til we only float

It is the first time
that I have ever yearned for
the other person
just sleeping next to me
in the same bed.
I've never had that.
Not really.

Dana Winter

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