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Wings
2026-09-07
I take wing to glory
when I touch him,
I fly with his body.
There is but one place I go to,
At the dawn of all that is new of him,
I know the depths of despair
that is my separation from him,
the opposite end of falling forward.
My mood turns thick into blackness.
To the marrow am I drenched,
too weak to stay apart.
For tonight,
I take him to the other side.
Tonight,
I compare him to the brighter side
of my under-self.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
when I touch him,
I fly with his body.
There is but one place I go to,
At the dawn of all that is new of him,
I know the depths of despair
that is my separation from him,
the opposite end of falling forward.
My mood turns thick into blackness.
To the marrow am I drenched,
too weak to stay apart.
For tonight,
I take him to the other side.
Tonight,
I compare him to the brighter side
of my under-self.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
