Now then. Even a girl not properly respectful of photo prompts must respect her betters, and my favorite poetess in the cyber world, Hedgewitch, has introduced me to the sestina. Here is mine.
DANCE OF THE BLACKBIRD
Because of desire, I so loved the rain
I slipped out of my body to float in the air
With an ancient prayer, I slipped my skin
Dismissing virtue, dismissing sin
I kissed the storm and joined it there
Incorporeal, a dreamer insane
To those who would live in a body of air
To those who would touch the storm on its skin
If light is love, if darkness is sin
What of the ones who mix them there?
To those who call the serene insane
Slip out of your skins, slip into the rain
What I love best is smooth olive skin
By candle light, inviting sin
Dark hair like dark weather spreading there
To make me shake with desire insane
As ice is to steam, as steam is to rain
You are to me as flesh is to air
Proscriptions are boring, so is sin
What's gone comes back, what's vanished is there
In my sleep like sighs, like a night insane
To fall like an angel, wrapped in rain
To rise like spirit when kissed by air
Without constraint, nor bone, nor skin
A wail of wind, a strike just there
What began in calm, arrives insane
In driving need and driving rain
Heat rising into cooler air
A shade obsessed with pulse and skin
Twists holy love with edgy sin
Desire in the bones is desire insane
As love of you is love of the rain
To find you, I've turned my body to air
To touch you, I've brought the sky to your skin
My mind to fever, my heart to sin
A floundering bird in the storm's heart, there
I've so loved the rain that so loves your skin
Carried by clouds to salvation and sin
Did you even, ever, know I was there?
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