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Oh my Beloved
you are an exotic bird
lifting my heart
to where the wind
takes another breath
oh m Beloved
your are an exotic bird
a wild beast
that's opened my heart
and I have become
an overflowing river
for you

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Oh Intimacy
you are an exotic bird dancing
a streak of brilliant red dashing before my
blushed skin
your exotic feathers
cool my heated skin
I am once again tossed
into whirlwind flights
dazzled
by you
again

the threads of my lovers are but wind and rain,
a moment of romance,
a moment of pain,
one moment together,
one moment so far,
these threads that weave us,
seem tattered and frail,
yet still I can smell you,
in the scent of the air,
In the palm of my hands,
in the sweat of my clothes,
I feel you, I feel you,
I also let go,
Black is the night,
and gold is the morning,
I feel you , I feel you
I also let go

I cover the window,
with curtains of burgundy wine
and sit by my canvas
let the rain fall
I peddle up steep hills,
and watch the clouds glow
I press my head to the pillow,
and close my eyes
no matter what I do,
I feel you, I feel you
ever nearer