Winging in the depths

The night breeze stirs

Curtains move with a purpose off the ocean’s breath

Your fingers hover with the assertive purpose of hummingbirds

The hum vibrates on my skin. And god what a worship at the altar of sensation

I’ve known you

felt your mouth in a thousand restless dreams on my chest

As the hummingbirds search with their determined hum

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