The Bird Woman at Dusk
She's got sparrows for eyes thrushes for lips and the swans of her thighs how they sway, how they dip yet nothing compares to the grackles, her hair chir chaaing the primrose a-slip
May 22nd, 2016
a journal of fantastical poetry
The Bird Woman at Dusk
She's got sparrows for eyes thrushes for lips and the swans of her thighs how they sway, how they dip yet nothing compares to the grackles, her hair chir chaaing the primrose a-slip
May 22nd, 2016