Suited

cabalo_blanco

 

 

 

Whirly bird,

the flowers in your

crown manifest a

God arising.

Goodbye,

goodbye,

I felt the cold waft

by, when you took

that rubbish beauty

and assumed I would

dwindle on with just

half revelations.

I take with me the ripple

in your chamber, colored

like quartz, and a vivid

caw!

You are the one I keep

caged in my ruby rack-

and still my tongue is

drunk from your bottom

retreats!

You kissed me inside my

head, inside my home,

and I breathed your bald and

naked silver-dust, your wingspan

fiddled and flicked glitter

in my streams, and until you

swung at my guts I was flightless.

You became

a conduit of flowers and flames

for my muted sky.

Here will stay always, your light

sided halls, no fat mud smudged

ground, no paunchy root, just

the weightlessness of your superb

uniform.

Your sirens and thick grained barter

bequeathed me a peaceful sense of

words, and I watched you fly south,

haloed.

 

 

copyright 2020

  • Author: cabalo blanco (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 22nd, 2020 10:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good read. Happy Holiday

    • cabalo_blanco

      thanks for reading and the same to you.

    • dusk arising

      You are indeed blessed with a wonderful flowing use of creative poetic euphamisms as seen here.

      A delight to read. So often one gets lost among euphamism but today i felt i travelled with you throughout this piece,

      • cabalo_blanco

        thank you very much dusk rising! I appreciate the kind words from another writer.



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