Caught Among the Thorns

explain the evolution of love borne within warm arms of female dominance make way to that balance hidden beneath your beating pulse calling flight to the freedom of breath come to me longing to run to fly your sleek feathered wings keening into the wind the sea awaits my words flowing and kissing the grains of sand tight and determined a deep bite into the rich goodness too lush for shriveled countenance enshrined among the eloquent our lips draw close caught against the calm of night