Lips of Wonder

her lips lay on the sky of wonder
the eyes of a raven, they thunder
she speaks in terms of yarned loom
as her tone kisses the lone room
for what do her eyes flutter?
From her wings, i pluck a feather...

poem by Oscar PortmanReport problemRelated quotes
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