Take To Be Given
Tentacle thoughts
wrap around a naked soul
in a subtle hold
laying down the roads
where our quests unfold...
***
Feathers drift
and feathers fly;
one to write a lullaby
in joy or grief,
another one, an alibi
to save a noble thief;
robbed of dear time,
stealing some of yours
so you can borrow mine;
another theft, of course
invited by these arms
outstretched like open doors
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