December 16, 2017

The Place Where Wings Unfurl

share post

Your words begin wrapped in letters.
They are tight, compact upon the page.
I read a line, sweep it against the smooth taste of pen and poetry. These images that bloom from my lips as I dance them to the air release from your fingers to my breath.
White waves of underlying currents roll between each line, their hidden silence rising in the swell of your secrets.
I release each discovered dove deep within my heart. They nestle like children against their mother’s breast.
You have unraveled me; your words lift in grace to the place where wings unfurl.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

Looking for something in particular?

Explore the archive! Organized for ease by category and year.

Visit the Archive