Thursday, February 13, 2014

The Bird At Your Breast

bird to your breast
by A-Fine-Frenzy

models: alison sudol and the pretty little birdie
photographer: michael lavine

The Bird At Your Breast

Then just choose, will you.
Just confess the breast or bird,
the milk or feather,
and break off the door
to the cage, bury it deep
and if forgetting
then wind it all up
or blow you winds, crack your cheeks!

There is an old choir
brought to the risers,
a group that whispers old gods
manifest in full
though they are gray smoke
in all your finer displays
and they have come here

for us, love, for us.

‎February ‎13, ‎2014 7:19 PM

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