Pisonia
Up the splinter tree love lodges in the cold winter
A blizzard charades a feeble allegiance
Remotely an owl’s grasp, peaked a branch
Its fixed eyes study the delicate nest
In the storm, upright wings of chromatic plumage
Wantons, in the season, playing for a companion
Fleetly, amours intensity meets the eyes of entanglement
Glaring with barb wire eyes
Slowly she wraps me piercing my skin
Now off the branch the owl presides the air
Spotting the knotting on the fringes of my wings
And pain she appears deluded too
Over the masculine parade
A dollybird with calculated and reserved emotions
Negated any consequential summations
Yet reflects a twinning intensity
As if looking down in a still pond
Mirroring each other to outwit checkmate
emotions play at a distance of a cupid unit away
Remained de facto evaded in mastery of Judo
A battle akin to a swooping and chaotic wind
Similar non-presents casts love sunsets
Our wind, a ballet a dance a sort sol
Through the darkness as if blind fold
Poetic justice guided and lead
Perched near glowing eyes of the owl
pierced the night and apprehended her
Affirming her allegiance was still there
We traced and tailed this internal tickle
Provoked by an ostrich feather
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