Open your wings to soar
remembering the sun melts wax
and drips like teardrops
down the silver petals of your cheeks.
But your outer protection is gone and you must trust
the feeling of vulnerability
for the innocence that impedes your emotions deafens all sounds except whispers of love
your body succumbs to the onslaught of intimate terror
you scream, but your heart laughs
at that moment you realize
you have been defeated in the battle of Love.

Some nice imagery here. - Delia