Sunday, November 19, 2006


She dwells in his embrace
like a dove returned home.

His hands fold like wings
against her back and raise her up.

In his kiss she feels the wild
flutter of sky, in his gaze

the quickening of lightning.

He is the nest
and the edge of the storm,

she's poised like a feather
on the rim.


666poetry-finchnot said...

this is very beautiful

thank you


burning moon said...

hi Jenn, thanks.


keros said...

love the last two line of the poem moon.

burning moon said...

lol, thanks. i think it's called 'fear of commitment' or something. Cheers Diego