Flight I

You stretch and sway in the air around me
whistle your song through my hair: dumbfound me.

I bend and arch to your will, surround me
in gentle, in tender, in sense rebound me.

I taste your water above and below me
whisper your song in the wind which blows me

onto your limbs, you slowly expose me.
You tug my heart you twist and turn me

suck my skin with breath which burns me
I wrap my body round and around you

in gentle, in tender, in love I drown you.
Scorched and bound we become sublimely

locked in enigma, a unison chime we
graze each other in fusion we wind

until I become yours and you become mine.
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