flowers gone
the hummingbird tries to find
nectar in my scarf
*
wounds in unkissable
places—still these eager
lips
September 20, 2012 by Rosemerry
flowers gone
the hummingbird tries to find
nectar in my scarf
*
wounds in unkissable
places—still these eager
lips
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, poem, poetry | 2 Comments
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ahhhh… hummingbird kisses… although i fear for any hummingbird who drinks from your neck, for it’d surely fall into a diabetic coma
unkissable places, huh? reckon the eager lips will have to trust in osmosis to impart their healing.
Searchings is a good title for this set, especially in the sense that it’s ongoing, incomplete, not resolved. I like the hummingbird, and I see the red scarf.