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[concretekiss]

A bird's home sways
like gypsy hips.
Within its walls a strand
of my hair was woven
with your cardigan thread
A coastal sigh set
metronomes into motion.
Fledgling robins stir
& rock in cradles. Their
breasts flush, fevered
from dreaming us.

Comments

[piccolissima.livejournal.com]

your poem makes me feel the picture except trade the backround for some lovely beach..
I think it was a comment in quietflame's journal that led me here. do you mind if I add you? I like what I read.

[flightviolation.livejournal.com]

hello miss. thank you very much for the response. & of course i don't mind.