i dreamt of you
you warmed me in
your callused hands
and sighed as if
i were a hummingbird
out your gran'pa's cabin
lovely an' quick
but i wailed until
my throat was grit
your eyes had turnt'
to green
and the hummingbirds
flew south
to be warmed by
more faithful things
than the rasp of your callused flesh
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
i dreamt of you
you warmed me in
your callused hands
and sighed as if
i were a hummingbird
out your gran'pa's cabin
lovely an' quick
but i wailed until
my throat was grit
your eyes had turnt'
to green
and the hummingbirds
flew south
to be warmed by
more faithful things
than the rasp of your callused flesh
This is for Calliope Hummingbirds and Number 3.
