Fledgling second position

Alight here, sweet neophyte,
lay my heart to rest
for it is hard to hear
the patter of your tenderness.

I vow to never dare a push,
or break, or force a nasty thrust
as I make single statement,
that in me you can truly trust.

You are nearly so complete
almost ready now to sing,
yet, I sense a nervous reflection,
that slowly starts to rise within.

For in the stretching
and the beating of your wings
there rests a tousled shake
within the gossamer nest you’re in.

Though a heavy door
longs to close upon this part of your life,
I wonder… are you ready
for the step that leads to constant flight…

That slow, eternal wander
into the rise of ever-evening,
which begins with tempting delight
of soft sensual releasing.

Yet ends in shadows that fall
to flakes of cold ashes of dull grey.
As I beg with open heart
plead for you kind spirit here to stay.

For it is in the night dear pupil,
I hope you come to understand;
where senses are matched and mingled
entwined, in my soft hand.

Then I in whispering hints
will succumb as you so gently sing,
with sublime taste upon your breath
of sweet honey rose and jasmine.