[This is a poem written for me by a lover]
ICAR (Institute for Conflict Analysis & Resolution) US
by Someone
with my hands
i can trace lovingly
the flowing
ink carved in
curved across
your beautiful back
bones all day
with my hands
i can photograph
and fashion
feathered serpent wings
sprouting
from your shoulder
blades
with my hands
shall i tell you how
to fly?
how high? too
close to
the sun and you
may fall
deep
into the sea
with my hands
can i mend sun
burnt waxy
waterlogged wings?
with my hands
i can't clip
your wings
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