Womb of a Bird
...and how lovely
to sleep in the womb
of a bird
that caresses
silk like skin
and sense
all things
around
are being taken care of
as sugar coated thoughts
begin to traverse
the twilight sky
of a summer night
when misty mist comes, sounding
on your jovial, pink lips
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2009
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