Sep 27

Sonnet of Feathers

Can I describe this thing that beats like wings

That steps with every fall of my feet

That sits in my rib cage and sings

What is this thing that flutters when I sleep?

Can I describe this thing played out in keys 

That fills my mouth with everything but words

With a breath it has brought me to my knees

What is this that has turned me to a bird?

I cannot describe it, I’m drunk on this

With every fall of your sacred limbs, Oh

I can’t stand the temptation of your kiss

And so I am far away from sorrow

Today, tomorrow, she takes my hand, and

Every pulse of my veins at her command.