she found him lying naked upon a bed

of grass

his body cleansed by morning

dew

fresh in the meadow like silver

liquid

she took him home and gently bathed

his tears

and bruises with witch hazel and oil

of tea tree

using care and a cutthroat she shaved

feathers

from his wings and stole his grace

of flight

she showed him warmth in sharing

a body

he came to love her with whispers

promises

nights of songs lamenting all lost

epochs

she slept and dreamt of birthing

giants

.