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.
4 comments:
this is very beautiful
thank you
~jx
hi Jenn, thanks.
moon
love the last two line of the poem moon.
lol, thanks. i think it's called 'fear of commitment' or something. Cheers Diego
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