she found him lying naked upon a bed
of grass
his body cleansed by morning
dew
fresh in the meadow like silver
liquid
she took him home and gently bathed
his tears
and bruises with witch hazel and oil
of tea tree
using care and a cutthroat she shaved
feathers
from his wings and stole his grace
of flight
she showed him warmth in sharing
a body
he came to love her with whispers
promises
nights of songs lamenting all lost
epochs
she slept and dreamt of birthing
giants
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