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[vaalski]

Tempus Amitto

She shrugs her wings open
and stretches them,
the early morning sun
glowing through the membranes.
With a run jump and scramble
I am astride the beast,
settling my knees just behind
the great wing muscles.
With a leap and a bound
that jolts my bones and guts
she flings herself
off the precipice and drops;
my heart is in my throat
until she catches herself.
With a snap of tendons
the huge wings spread wide
and we soar together.
A scream rises in my throat
and a roar in hers,
and we sound them together.
She banks left and I fling out my arms
to echo her great wings.
Clinging with my knees
I feel, for one moment,
weightless, and free...