(Wo)olen (Man)

Where do the clipped wings
Of your lionswool heart
Wish to sail?
What limbs ache for its oxygen?
Stretch leg
Bump elbows with the Universe
That wakes
Only to feel
The curled laughter on your lips
As you kiss the neck of Now.

 
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