Leafing through the journal I
found a forgotten flamingo feather
scavenged from an island filled with sienna skin
skin like yours,
skin I still smell in sleep.

Considerable light is
absorbed in the soft dark of you.
Shadows reach for a window
and find a cathedral,
the feather on the night
table glows pink.

This poem was first published in Streetlight Magazine

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