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Feathers… of Delight

February 29, 2016

 

fether

No feathers, no bird-flight
no quills, no write
no tickle or teasing delight…
.
As the eagle soars above heathered glens
shaded in shadows of sunlit resplend
seeking prey frae above misted shower
silent sagacity in free-form power…
.
Guilded opacity of purity white
gliding on water with epochal delight
the swan of elegance, power and grace
stalks the waters with beauty apace…
.
Blackbird calls on spring fed morn
spiders web glistens in dew dressed form
song-birds a flutter, feathers all ruff
tunes a-la-lune, each song off the cuff…
.
So from each bird of beauty described
a single quill collected and survived
to write the right to right my wrongs
from poetic passage to lyrical longs…
.
Dipped in ink to travel the mile
scripted to think and unravel a smile
pages of sage or nonsense as written
art of writing, ne’er been so smitten…
.
Then from the sharp to teasing with grace
A gentle awakening from shoulder to face
stroking then evoking sensation surreal
temptingly unrelenting, to tickled appeal…
.
Followed by strokes of sheer intensity
across your body fully flows so sensually
each tickle and caress now a moment of heat
a solitary feather leads to passion complete…

Tickle me?.

 

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