She is sex
living and breathing
the hard panting of
skin against skin
in sweaty embrace.

She is beauty
almost feral with
the cat in her
eyes hiding from
the world.

She is a memory
a vague recollection
of the girl she
used to be.

She is afraid
and confused, lost
to herself and
to her lover.

She is his,
not mine any more,
but she dreams of
another's arms, binding
her wings in
passion's embrace.

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