Wings do carry me … (mature)

My path to heaven is in savoring the taste
Of an angel’s wings
Silken beauty
Honeyed dew lifts me up
Slow lapping incites
Her mewling song
Carrying me with her
Singing, singing, singing her grace
Taking me to a blissful place
Where a solid brass horn
Prepares for arrival
White clouds churn
And heaven awaits



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