A Fluttering of Wings- Part Ii

Please Read Part I before reading this! Thank you! :) Days and nights merged Into a stupefying timelessness How long had it been Since she had burned his flesh With her body Since she had burned his heart With her escape He caressed the white feather Pulled it across his lips Smelling the scent of her That lingered Cursing himself for being a fool For taking the chance For believing He angrily brushed At the lone tear That escaped from his eye A mournful pilgrim Searching for redemption Across expanse of his face At that very moment… The silence was broken By the faint sound Of fluttering wings That grew louder There at the door Of his gilded cage He didn’t trust himself to turn around But he trembled... He trembled when he heard the sound Of the closing of the door And the turning of the key in the lock Still he did not turn around Her scent spoke to him Of her ever nearing closeness Till it enveloped him And her warm breath caressed the back of his neck And then…before he could turn around His still rigid form was enfolded In the fluttering of her wings Eileen Manassian Ghali