Letter To A Bird.. Poem by skillz thapoet

dear sandra,
pardon my letter scribed in
haste,
a night couldn't fall before it
got to you,
i know your heart did shut,
not even a micro thought of
me,
but my eyes have never
shut,
at the beautiful image of
you,
my lips never anything bitter
ever tasted,
as the icy tears that did your
cheeks cascade,
and my heart never a beat
ever missed,
in memory of two hearts
that together did croon,
to melodies and rythms of
bodies that met,
soft lips,
warm flesh,
easy breathing,
they were nights of pleasure,
but all that sits an archive,
of sunsets that once were,
for you now fly a lonely
bird,
that crows like ngartia chase,
too swift for them they
anger,
wishing you could sit
together on a branch,
watching weaver birds do
their arts,
and listen to the blowing
wind,
yes my dear sandra,
this crow to its nest wishes
you visit,
and let it admire your
feathers,
a check on your wings and
talons,
wishing they could devour
you,
before the eagle takes to
the skies,
and rips it apart,
though of pretence a friend
be,
this crow your beak admires,
at your feathers does quiver,
the alignment,
the decorations in you,
the way you take flight,
a victim of admiration you
do leave behind,
yet the crow seats and
boast,
in pre-recorded laughter
and plastic smile,
in mockery and satire,
of your curves,
from sight to bum,
a little jealous that i,
from your fountain did
drink,
and given chance again
would drink,
while it of thirtst does die,
so if you, can its thirst
quench,
a little favour for a a moon
lit night..


©2011