Gentlehawk

Our bodies were carved from the same ginger clay, my dents match your protrusions my lips yours, your fingers mine. On a starless night coupling to our desire the watching moon cursed our frail figures. My eyes witnessed you tossed, curled up the ripping of your back's marble and the snow feathers that erupted Your olive orbs focused on my glittering legs, see I was revolving too in the transforming pains. See, we were build to fit even more to complete, I was sculpted to fall in the deepest of your chest. But life grew me gills and you hollow bones so I am letting you fly, refined argil of mine. We glimpse during twilight that we used to hold tight. Oh, just as I was set to fall in.