194Poem> "Tiny Mystery"
- Jul 17, 2006I wonder if she hears me
and if each flutter of her wings
is a flutter of her heart's passion.
Did she feel me touch her wing
of gentle webbing and intricate pattern?
Perhaps I broke her wing,
when I asked her to sprinkle
her majesty upon my palm;
to inhale its scent
and be intoxicated by its fragrance.
Does she know to weep
when I pour fountains from these burning eyes?
May she know my treatise of slavery
that I entrap myself in
each time I try to take hold of her in my slender fingers;
that I entrap her life-giving glow
from spilling out before this death?
I felt her breathe one last time
as each time I have demolished her
with the ignorance of my strength.