my arms rise
like long sad snails
my arms rose
naked I was
tender wind followed the wise jet streams
baby birds squealed first light
I, bursted, grasped rode the goatlike gallop of light
from the other side of the mountains
across
their black zag
my arms bent starlit behind skies
I have no language to blind my beloved by
I have no charm to deafen me
to an inner note I was born to give away
the snowflakes shall fall soon
Spring shall be panther winds pouncing
and outlaw wildflowers will remember how I walked
with you
their children will moan like the blood of buffalo
in the heart of song maddened bluebird gods
revving the sun crazy through dawn
like grinning schooner sails
my arms rise, am tidal naked
in your meadows,
to capture the heart of a bird in flight
my arms rise
my arms rise
Adding your comment:
*gaspednesses* You was nekked??? 
"I have no language to blind my beloved by" - Ohhh, I don't know about that, Mister. 
I especially love the ending, as you mention the meadows you claim I smell like (even without perfume) and capturing the heart of a bird in flight, which you have done, and did, and still do on a daily basis. This is beauty-full, my Baby Baby. Thank you, Mister. 
♥ 
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