PREGNANT FEATHERS
The light touch of pregnant feathers,
...of pauses,
...of the purple flowers I bought
living in still water from the leaky tap in our kitchen,
teardrops on her thighs standing for too long.
...and where the baby washes in silence,
without pain,
...my goodnight kisses on the bud of a rose,
on the chill of a cliff caged bird
in hot sours and spurs.
The light touch of pregnant feathers,
...of pauses,
...of the purple flowers I bought
living in still water from the leaky tap in our kitchen,
teardrops on her thighs standing for too long.
...and where the baby washes in silence,
without pain,
...my goodnight kisses on the bud of a rose,
on the chill of a cliff caged bird
in hot sours and spurs.
vasilisa:
perfect - I may be mildly stressed but it's on! x