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
You have a knack for writing about challenges in an engaging way. I like this one.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lo-Fi, I truly appreciate your comment! So glad you like it.
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