Epilogue/Prologue (and the stuff in between too)

underneath, and
between the rapturous birdsong,


and


hovering over every golden burst
of dawn,

lies
Fear,

greedily waiting
to devour your flame.

waiting
to sap your pleasure

waiting
for your fall.

Except,
the beauty of nightingale’s sorrow,
and
the blinding glory of our favorite star
lifts true believers
above the pesky threats of love.

so,
my cumbersome angel,
come,
glide
on winds untold,
and let us,
together, fall
eternal

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