White birds

My tongue
a flame
between your thighs
my breath
a furnace
and white birds flying away
from black blowing trees

in the bedroom night
their wings weaving
between my fingers
shaking
in
the shift of wind



Poetry by fazza
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Written on 2005-05-26 at 00:54

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LurieJune
A beautiful act of love made even more beautiful by your words!!!!
2005-07-09


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
nice piece - gentle in its approach to love.
2005-07-02