grace in passive (or: a given)
--of feathers, flight and forces of nature--
your heavy breathing
me, light as a feather
raised, floating up up
soon blown away
to drift is not the same as to dance
-- a senseless feather has no will to move
it moves, being moved.
your strong hand
me, soft as a feather
squashed, flattening more more
soon part of the weave
to cling is not the same as to nestle
-- a pressed feather has no warmth to give
it gives, being given.
your heavy breathing
me, light as a feather
raised, floating up up
soon blown away
to drift is not the same as to dance
-- a senseless feather has no will to move
it moves, being moved.
your strong hand
me, soft as a feather
squashed, flattening more more
soon part of the weave
to cling is not the same as to nestle
-- a pressed feather has no warmth to give
it gives, being given.
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