I am thinking of you as I type these little words

out, sculpting them finely in order to perfectly

grasp your essence. With your sun kissed skin

and wicked eyes, devilish smile;

two tiny flicks to peel layers off of my wings.

That white was too haggard for me anyways-

it doesn’t shine like you do in the darkness;

doesn’t simmer, make me want to grovel

on my knees, benedictions on my tongue.

I very well could have given it up for you,

spent years writing of my devotion,

but these lines will never do you justice.

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