Suspended by cords
On a canvas
Reborn
Sketch it out
Draw the mythical
Swing
What a masterpiece
Fibers will paint
A sweet exposé
Still inertia
From bold
Into faint
Free the handle as bone
The ferrule as strength
Constructing a
Passionate muscle
To claim
The life
Of a generous
Saint
At the tips of my fingers
Nothing left here to linger
I dream under covers
In wait
The distance below me
Unknown
The space up above me
Bellows
Reach up into the howl
Every feather of fowl
Displaced
Bows of rain
Without wonder
Will squander
Both scatter about
Dissipate
Slung like a scarf
Swinging couch
Lovers tarp
Swaddled
Intimate
Cloaks
Of restraint
Chainless morning
Is dawning
Sun appears
Without warning
Bright new colors adorning
Now
Bonjour just a
Footstep away
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Poétique 