When The Zipper Opens

when the zipper opens
a red bird comes out into the open
but would not leave him

it loves the nest of black weeds
attracting a tongue

a pair of lips, wet with raindrops
and honeydew

last night there was a reunion
of shadows
the moon by the window was
silent as snow

the following morning
his smile is as wide as the zipper
of her bag.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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