In the Hands of God
If the day
contemplated a year
then,
I have lived lifetimes
in an hour.
if a moment
could have moulded me,
it was this one
when our atoms danced
at first contact,
in the static
and uncomfortable,
I felt a rub that said
‘stand sharp’
I watched the blue
of your eyes
cloud with a storm,
and your fingers twitched
I unfolded my wings,
burnt, torn and scarred,
and with the balm
of your palms
my wings were bandaged
soothed
healed
now I soar
as you watch
and,as I fly
the tempest
in your eyes spreads,
I ride the lightning
embraced in a thunderclap
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