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I remember him for the frosted colors of his tail

He reminded me of the Doves early morning trail

Loft of heavens joy, my imagination did oft deploy

Sending into field, two steely eyes towards alloy

I took to glance, the softness of his breast and skin

A beating heart that pumping, into night’s old yin

Releases endorphins of a grandeur scaling place

A moment of no expiring date, he sold me grace  

As I pinned desires between his shoulder blades

The new horizons met me at his door’s blockade

Welcome to my world he said to me a gentle hush

Softer than a leaf, bound through wind’s flow rush

I lay my head on the pillow of a birds beating chest

It was so lovely there, I just had to take, the rest …