He came to me with broken wings
looking for love and a healing.
I stripped his cares and underwear
So much of him was appealing.
And my senses were filled with love-
I felt his wings jagged edges,
This naked, lovely, earth bound dove
injured by unfulfilled pledges.
I wondered could I keep my word
and leave his embrace with honor.
His whispers asked me not to go-
I wanted to stay forever.
When he enveloped me and touched
my own wings in need of repair,
I showered with tears, healing much,
soaking his chest of dark, thick hair.
I closed my eyes and wished us whole
and heard him as he prayed the same.
His nakedness begged me to hold
him close, with joy were we inflamed.
He came to me with broken wings
looking for love and a healing.
Together now we fly and sing
the power of love's redeeming.
May 2010
