Clipped Wings

on clipped wings
i shall face you
my lion's teeth all pulled
my eagle's covered
my slimy skin rubbed
into softness
on this helplessness
i shall test you
what am i to you
if like a man stripped
of its riches and
grandeur
naked and cold
shall you still take
me in the comfort
of your body?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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