you’re one tough tree branch
that would hold the nests
of all birds flapping their wings
freely
in my sky
you’re so beautifully disguised
as a bathrobe
waiting, waiting
long after the running waters have stopped
soft and still
to be filled up
by me
you’re by far
the loudest thunder
striking the same spot
over and over
despite no weather warnings
you’re so me..
you’re welcome
6 comments:
I like that bath robe image - it lives in the poem!
thank you Greg, it does, doesn't it...:)
I wish you a Happy Easter!
Thank you!:) U2
the last stanza is dangerously sensual.. It makes me feel pleasantly uncomfortable, or uncomfortably pleasant (one of the two, anyway).
A tree branch, disguised as a bathrobe, strikes the narrator's same spot "over and over."
Hmm..
thank you Myth-of-Serpentry for your confession... no apologies for the way my poem induced that state of pleasant..fuzziness. I just hope it lasts..:)
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