Borne
On the lee of the wings of an eagle,
three thunder clap winds east of Majorca,
my kiss amuses itself on Venus fall nights
with the lubricious siren mermaid fright of the sea.
The might of relief is in my sights,
hoisted on the whirlpool altar of arch angel lights
as the cool wind of tenderness joins with my voice
and seek shade in the glade of the cherubim's cry.
Born and torched by the thorns in its sigh
my serene conscience and I rejoice
relaxed on the back of a blue submerged orca,
borne with the aid of the flame graced by thee.
In the blaze of the gaze in the full eye of God, I
I am torn by my pride when reborn and fly
free.
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