Our Wings in One Another

by ddavidd   Oct 19, 2017

We might were just a dot, a stratum,
buried in the layout of a ladybug,

just a offshoot of a longing
in the branches of a deer horn,

a few blobs
on a moth's
showpiece tapestry,

a few flashes in the splint of a glowworm
inside out,

an elongation
of a wine pitcher shape
to yield to
an intoxicating kiss
in a lascivious red lips,

a scale of a gold fish
in the crystals jars of chandeliers.


Every butterfly portioned us
with the scope of its splendor,
it perched us in its wings,
every lavish candelabrum
in the scales of its luster,
every lover
in the combustion
of its passion,
its lust.

We found our wings in one another
in the mirror,
in the kiss
that sutured our lips together.

We darned the space,
the slit of separation,
the two cut-off wings,
with our hearts.


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Latest Comments

  • 2 months ago

    by ddavidd

    Thanks Free verse. Very nice thing to say. I am fond of your works too.

    Thanks Milly

  • 2 months ago

    by AT

    My artist, I believe you are that dot -the difference-
    where our poetry ends and your begins.

  • 3 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A piece overflowing with metaphors and dynamic visuals.