Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Bird

I took a bird from your hair when I was kissing you
--or, perhaps, I placed it there.
You see, I become as forgetful as surf, as unreliable as air.

That night, I carried my stolen bird inside my sweatshirt,
the one you lifted off my arms,
to sample the warm melt of me, a lighted wick within a wax-filled jar.

That night, the bird sang, causing the moon to rise.
How can you send me away, alone,
when the sun is none the wiser and my heart, like my bird's,

beats so rapid--poor brief thing!-- and so strong?
_____

13 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Birds seem equally adept at nesting, and at flying away. Another gorgeous love poem, Shay.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"to sample the warm melt of me, a lighted wick within a wax-filled jar." Sigh. So lovely. How could anyone send away such love?

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the way you use the motif of birds in your poetry. Exquisite.

brudberg said...

The bird inside the sweater.. like a fluttering heart, love how you used that image.

Cloudia said...

or perhaps I placed it there.......










ALOHA
ComfortSpiral
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Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ahhh!

Carrie Van Horn said...

Such a glorious poem of love...it can be so elusive and free like a bird....yet we long to keep it within our grasp...if only we always could...beautiful writing as always Shay!

Susan said...

Indeed! I should be held, and gently. But some avoid the fragile and close (which love is when new and still winged like a bird.)

Outlawyer said...

This is just lovely, Shay. K.

Shadow said...

Oh wow, such tender words I have not heard in a long, long time....

Lynn said...

Beautiful - ethereal.

Mama Zen said...

sigh . . .

K9friend said...

Beautiful poem. Wow. Just wow.

Pat
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