quinta-feira, 20 de abril de 2017

Dear dragon

Claw through my flesh,
feed on the dust
of my soul, if there is one.

Swallow me whole
in your fire
while I fly
with the wings taken from you
to a little death
which feels like resurrection.

Take from my parted lips
the sound of a new prayer
where I am as divine as you.

02/01/2017

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