The Beautifullest Bird Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

The lyre you play anticipates the workings of the dawn

Finds me holding a white dove

The sea protects our shore

From the ant colonys

Protects the beloved

The beloved at play in the garden of azaleas

till we are tired of red

this is not opera

Or a Tango

Just a bird song youve never heard

that music that makes you dance under the willow tree

Emotions fill me vessel of god

MORE KNOWN THAN STRANGE

And out of my mouth comes the sound i love you

you say i do to

I reach for your flesh to satisfy my hunger in this altar

We live happyly ever after