Love comes
with broken wings,
a stricken fowl
brought down from the sky.
Mend the wings
and up it goes,
up in the air whirling,
vanishing in the sun.
Lust comes
earthbound, flightless
one from birth;
wings evolution's stumps
it won't ride the swift currents
of the air, vanishing in the sun -
it will ride the currents
of the blood as long as they flow.
12.07.2026
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