The peacock decorates his beloved with his
colours.
Vibrantly painting her with the ink of his
feathers.
He gives though he loses what cannot be
retrieved.
Stark white feathers are how saintly lovers
are reprieved.
Humbled of his riches he does not
think to grieve.
His heart only dreads the many paths to his
bereave.
The peacock decorates his love with his
feathers.
In mourner’s clothes he blissfully stalks after
his colours.
Selflessly pleased at the pleasure of his
lover.
He gives as if it were not to another;
Rather from his person, plucked to
personify this other.
In giving, receiving the colours of his
lover.
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