"Swan"

I won't let myself ask,
And I know neither will you,
Beauty like white feathers may lie
Between us, but wild, endlessly.

Even were we both to wish
To tame the arched neck and seraph wings,
You would be too afraid to give the bread,
And I will not risk it's escape just to tame it.

Blood is turned to merry liquids,
And tears to cleansing water used to wash,
And scars to joyful memories in an instant,
Forgetting the biting, feeling it's soft silk touch.

This bird may be wild,
But maybe it will tame,
Even if it never does,
I'll not let it escape.