Thursday, April 15, 2004

little pointy-tailed birds
with fat bellies and jumpy wings
rip away from the cement, as if on strings
in the birthing sunshine.
the light kisses me,
my pink-striped quiet;
sweet and warm like that night
kissing you
just so recent.
you and your jumpy nature
who ripped open your heart
to let me and my fat belly
in kissing the damage-
i want you to know that my first sunrise is one
that i want to view on your lips.
*bettie* at 9:45 AM