strolling by

there is a pausing, a nightingale wrapped in dragonfly wings
under a dew of dawn, suckling away in some dream
I am paper like a sunspot, a codex of light with a shadow encased
monument to blood and flesh of kin to stone
rapture comes easily as long as my arteries keep well
the moon slices out a sky-clade garment
we look at each other
stars abound like nectars of a flower
calling bees like me to deflower them so they can deflower me
with longing not sex, we are both subdued by our penchants to sleep
a balance I think.▬

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