Birds Do It Poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

Birds do it-
Ever notice how her wings
Are limp, it’s like
Caressing indifference?
Her gestures are motionless,
Transfigured into
A sense of reeling feeling,
Her oasis fills his
Palm’s rough saddle of moist,
Slushy whimpers
Amid the rhythmic grind,
It’s as if he’s become
The sculptor and she his clay
Kneading till shaping
Each feathery space of skin.
They do it every dawn,
Avian exhibitionist flashing
The voyeur hiding
Beneath the branchy foyer.
And their rustling
Encourages chafing winds
Bristling to a brisk
Rendering entwining vines


©2009 j.a.o.a.

©2009 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga