# #wings

2 poems

## [entrapped<br> by Chroma](https://chromato.graphics/entrapped-by-chroma)

meeting a Goddess, sunshine,  
envying its divinity & wings

stripping each white feather,  
dyeing them all in her blood

sewing souls into mine,  
stealing her golden halo

it will never fly again—  
riding only in my hand

my fallen angel:  
a bruised flower

## [triumph](https://chromato.graphics/triumph)

you outfit us in leather armor  
tie boots tight as heartstrings  
we dance and breathe as one  
enter prisms — offset blinking

INFORMATION GLADLY GIVEN  
BUT SAFETY REQUIRES AVOIDING  
UNNECESSARY CONVERSATION

underground, understand a halo  
grip my thighs below your wings  
breathe — you ask “_you ready?_”  
to leave, to ride, to fly. of course.

don’t look down & don’t let go  
become part of a red machine:  
a bell, a backpack, a balance  
gripping tightly, holding loosely

i am not afraid to ride with you  
to glide across rock and sound  
my pilot is divine, invincible even  
molded contours promise safety

PLEASE HOLD ON  
SUDDEN STOPS ARE  
SOMETIMES NECESSARY

as we swerve, we synchronize  
we’re on an island, smiling wide  
small compared to a lighthouse  
even smaller against your frame

my sister thought she could fall  
along the same route we travel  
but i know i fell for you already  
ache is just what flight feels like