Aviary
       

A cold moon rises over glittering cages & you fasten
the lock on each silver door. The sparrows are
nesting & I begin to count the buttons on your black
wool coat. My eyes adrift along its luminous satin
inlay. Now the night has been opened like a box of
exotic blue canaries & I'm brushing feathers from my
long dark sleeves. You smile as the song rises,
hesitant, in my cool white throat—

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Copyright © 2011 Kristina Marie Darling All rights reserved
from he Body is A Little Gilded Cage
Gold Wake Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission