From the Perspective of a Mortal

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to say I was mesmerized by your beauty
would be an understatement
to say I adored the way the sun itself
seemed to seep from your soul through
your laughter and kisses
would be even more so

I placed my footprints in the sand
while your shadow walked next to me,
and when we became drunk on
love and lain down to rest,
your down became my pillow and
to my shoulder you would lean and wait
until the tendrils of dawn's fingers
reached into my eyes once more

my mortal body was nothing in
comparison to you and the
immaculate wingspan
breaching from your back like
the sturdy branches of a tree,
so I threw myself down hills
and off steps in hopes of my
own pair of wings catching
myself before I hit ground, but
despite my deepest hopes, they
never revealed themselves.

I tried, harder this time,
in a desperate attempt by
tossing my body from a bridge
no one drove on anymore and
just as my feet were to
connect with the shallow creek, I
felt a tug of sturdy hands grope
my back, and your face stared
intently into mine before salty
tears mixed with the water below us.
you placed a tender kiss to my
forehead and then both eyelids
before returning me to ground.

and as you asked me why
I'd do the things I did,
I replied "in the name of love"
and your eyes once again
were pools of turquoise.

I directed my eyes
towards the dirt and
saw your silver blood
glimmer in the grass
and saw the angry gashes
on your delicate skin
so I asked you why
you'd do the things you did,
and in reply you whispered
"in the name of love"

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