Our Love Resembles a Turdus Migratorius

by headburner

Posted to Poetry on 2003-06-25 12:45:00


Our love resembles a Turdus Migratorius,
Fallen by the roadside,
Shrouded with ants.

I’m nostalgic of your questions,
Of the homeless accent of your soul,
Of the aroma of apples in your hair,

Of your mouth’s spring flavor,
Of your evening breath in mine,
Of the sea shore touch of your skin,

Of your effortless hands in my face,
Of my curious hands in your face,
To caress your playful feet,

Of both your silver clad ears,
Of mislaying myself in your eyes,
Of your still barren belly,

Of that delicious curve you call hip
And I call grace,
Of your sex…

There are moments
When I can still scent you
In the palms of my hands.

I yearn to remake love with you,

All of the remaining days,
And repeat by your side
This little prayer in liturgy.

Our love resembles a Turdus Migratorius,
Fallen by the roadside,
Shrouded with ants…

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Turdus Migratorius – A Migratory Thrush; American Robin.