Sunday, June 17, 2012

Eleven at Tulalip


Me, the flightless bird

Soaring in your wildblue

Filled

With mysteries

 

Bathing in moonlight as

The fingers of night

Brushed

Through ribbons of me

 

Sweet, your mouth,

My tears on your lips,

Tasted

So much so I wished to never end them

 

Me, the flightless bird

Now securely

Perched

In the cove on the mountain I didn’t think I could climb

 

 

Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner

2 comments:

  1. You have a knack for writing about challenges in an engaging way. I like this one.

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  2. Thanks Lo-Fi, I truly appreciate your comment! So glad you like it.

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