Wings sprout
from flesh torn
of earthen boundaries
where blazing light
prevails,
through gilded
windows tinted
with azure and
jade flecks,
cloudless climes
and starry skies
rush past
with the ferocity
of abyssal delight,
eyes engulfed
with fluffy
wonder
and body ensconced
in a silken
concubine,
bought with
the feathers
of love.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
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