in repose
this fleeting wanderlust

to take to the skies and stab my own heart
to bandage the lands rolling out
the rivers to force myself upon

I haven’t cut off my tongue
from licking the wind
or clipped my nails
from ripping the clouds

yet their pulses are rivers
…….in my veins

wings are wings
flaps are flaps

©Malintha Perera 2015

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