My love has wings - slender, feathered things,
With grace in upswept curves and tapered tips.
In every beat she strikes a chord that rings
As true as cherished words from readied lips.
My love's dark eyes are quick, and undismayed
To pierce the shadowed veil of deepening night.
Oh, smould'ring gaze of moonlit thoughts betrayed
By sable feathers limned in silver light.
My lover's mind takes flight, she claims my eyes,
As wingtips brush with whispered, promised, notes.
Each silken touch, a slow caress, gives rise
To fierce, enchanted cries from joyous throats.
Her slender curves my upswept wings now trace -
Stars gasp to watch our shimmering embrace.