Saturday, June 27, 2009

an old one

i sit where i can see her
face like a bird
thin bones under close skin
and her wrapping-bush of thorns

beauty brings too much attention
it's heavy
shifts the balance

and i tip towards her
from an observation post
a bird-watcher
and i'm starting to understand
why angels envy humans

...i want to free her hair

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