Spangled

Your flaws blend into the sublime,
Radiance which blinds me,
Consumes me, whilst I stumble,
Into the darkness that is your wake.

I will follow,
Flow your colours into me,
Let fingers craft stars,
That spangle those seconds before
I let myself go and fall.

You catch me, tender and ready.
As I falter, looking for something,
Everything, I find in you.

Boldly you greet, that which I fear,
In awe, breathless I lay in wait,
To see you rise, to soar,
Tied to nothing.

Wondering, when that which connects you and I,
Will slip from between my fingers,
I desperately grasp,
Seeking purchase in all that freedom has given you.
Hoping you will never fly from me.

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