Under the Wings of the Dove

Hide me now, cover me with linen as your garment, which is love.

All gold are your feathers and silver with dew,
as I hide under the wings of the dove
and listen to your heart steady, beating.

I will never leave your side, made woman as I am of your rib.

Hide me now, cover me with love as your garment,
which is over me.


View the painting that inspired the poem.

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