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Corrine De Winter has been a freelance writer for about 19 years. Her work has been published in over 600 journals, books and magazines including New York Quarterly, The Writer, Space & Time, Tales of the Unanticipated, The Other Side, Yankee, Prisoners of the Night Poet's Market 92-99, and others. Her work has been nominated twice for The Pushcart Prize and most recently for The Rhysling Award.

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by Corrine De Winter

It would've been easy
Once that season
To open my thighs
Like the night blooming moonflower.
It was summer after all
And Eros had been to my door.

        He told me I'd never win.

I had seen your wings,
Bright indigo, folded
Unnaturally as you slept.
The moisture of newness,
Your face washed pale with albumen
Like one of Michaelangelo's frescoes.
I had breathed in
The musk of sleep in your hair
Every pale morning after.

        It was said before you could speak
        You were already leaning towards the sun.

Later, it was your beloved
Who counted the scorched feathers
One by one.