Nymphette Falls

No wings
Grounded
Can still feel
My wingspan.
The powerful swish of air
Against their surface.

Deposit pawned.
No returns.

My hair is gosammer gown
Like discretion's veil around my shame blushed face
My lips are damaged receptacles
Puckered strawberries oozing
Blood.

I am feeling much more voluminous weight
More
body than spirit
Embracing curves and firmness
I cannot stop rejoicing
Woman of wanton abandoned grace

Watering dawn under
Moonlight
Understanding writ
On my solvent dissolute eyes
Outshine the scattered stars
Comely is the succubus sky
laying the nightmare ending...
Dewy drowsy warmth flows through the electric earthed Eden from ascending east.

I who was a creature of the skies
Stately
Now am an inverted field of  dreams
For my Grim Reaper to
Plough his fecund ecstacy
Sowing silken stars of fluid aspirations
Upon my earthy rustred  eiderdown.

I am slowly forgetting my past...
Quicker than before now quite fast
And anyhow
My wings were always
Behind me..
Step forward incubus
Now that I am...
Salacious
Earth Angel.
Lowly blood red
Blossom
Unfolding
A delicious
Saturnine Rose.

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