Title: If I Could Fly... Writer: Minerva Bloom

I kneel before a torn window gazing at the unattainable moon that perhaps, will kiss you.

Across oceans of loneliness in the dark nights of my soul will you still hear my lips whisper:

<< I miss you >>

In this forbidden distance in a touchless-transmission in all degrees cries this, my lament.

"Hush, my child. Hush."

(Some ancient voice, collects the debris of my heart)

"Hush, my child. Hush. For you are loved."

But I want to fly! With the wings he built for me~~ I want to take flight! To his embrace. To his warmth. To his eyes on mine. I want to fly.

Like a victorious bird dressed in purple blood I want to soar down the natural waters down the moist earth that incubates the seedlings I want, to have my way, when I meet with his grapes.

And then arrive, blowing the horn to assemble HIM, to assemble ME. To invent US. Again....Again....Again.

I am here. And you are with me. Do you HEAR me?

[And the eyes of that cold, cruel moon ignored me]

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