i want to go
to the end of the sky
riding the winds of this strange creation
cruising the estuarine churning
folds and friction
waves and wing
take the wind
our love is easy
organic and deep
we exist for one another
riding the winds of this strange creation
avian sanctuary
succulent updraft
in this great aerial ocean
aching for beating wing
swoop dance
the flutter of weightlessness
we spin and lean
into the wind
for we lifted off long ago
with keen intention
not to land for a mighty long time
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