Bluebird – Poem by Flint

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Flint – Blue Bird

Tied her wrists to the railing
in winter, left her naked there
to watch the sunset over the
ice hanging in the trees.

Long but not too long later
I touched her in the dark:
Shivers like music, her center
still hot, her eyes tearing.

Fucked her there now naked
myself and our skin turned whiter
than white then translucent, and
moonlight marked our veins like maps.

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