Monday, February 8, 2010

Hummingbird Wings

Nibbling on
the branches of
an irritable wet blanket

Struck down
torn apart
but determined

Longing for
the peaceful clutter
where the kisses
show their petals

Opening up
one by one
on the faces of the woman I love

6 comments:

PO said...

I feel like this sometimes. When feeling shy. Thank you.

Hannah Miet said...

What a beautifully chaotic balance of words.

I'm suspended in mid-air.

Momo Luna said...

Beautiful! Nice to meet you and read your intense poems.

Momo Luna said...

Oh and i just found out that this are various poets. :-) Okay...

Francis Scudellari said...

I love the way this poem unfolds, like those lovely petals.

The Scrybe said...

@ PO: Thank you :)

@ Hannah Miet: Thank you, and I'd love to join you.

@ Momo Luna: Thanks for dropping by my blog, nice to meet you too.

@ Francis Scudellari: Thank you; she loves me, she loves me not...