Do not mistake the bone cage for the free wing.
One is just a draped cloth,
and the other, oh honey,
I love you for talon and soft breast, both.
Whether we're gray or black,
with wings we're born,
and so formed, can go.
Do not mistake the bone cage for the sky entire.
One is filled and forgotten,
while the other finds its own
with endless unbordered desire.
I think the image, which I found at weheartit.com, looks like my love.
I am greatly saddened to hear of the passing of one of my lifelong favorites, Joe Cocker. So here he is.