My love is a bird,
it doesn't fly though...
I keep it locked in my ribcage.beat.beat.beat.
inside of me.
My love is a hummingbird flapping it's wings 80 times per second,
struggling to get out,
crushing my bones,
damaging my lungs,
until I'm out of breath, begging for mercy.
The infinite sky-his eyes,
the perfume of his skin,
the fiery rose above his chin...
My little hummingbird is getting impatient.
Is it possible to create a tornado with 80 beats/sec?
This dryness won't go away untill the next rain.
And so I wait,
another night,
another day.
you posted this poem.. and then no more.. pity Keep on writing.. and post some more poems of yours..
'This dryness won't go away untill the next rain. And so I wait, another night, another day.' Beautifully said.
A beautifully written poem with a superb flow...loved it: -) keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Adelina. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks