Collide: sex

grumbling 

open 

white  

rather, pale pink 

“You better sit tight, now 

you’re on for a show” 

oh, but I am 

tall, golden, opulent 

white feathered wings 

black feathered tail 

red hearted soul 

tainted, sin red. 

and then me

grumbling

open 

bronzed 

rather, sun-kissed 

“I’m ready for it all” 

oh, but he isn’t

short, bare, needy 

pink feathered owl 

black eyed 

injured hearted soul

tainted, pure gold

collide 

oh, but collide 

like smashing two black holes

a rupture 

a heartbeat 

feathers ripped out 

one 

soul 

left 

Ours. 

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