You Can't Blame Gravity

More portraits of a woman's body.

It would take a crane
to heft the weight
to bare the gravity of flight.

 

She bends, her sleek form
touching her toes.
Behind her, the ocean's bending
turmoil is hardly a mirror.

 

The red palpable tongue
glues each crease
that forms the wings,
the beak, and the breast
of his lover.

 

She extends her arms like wings
to fly. From the folds between
each feather falls scraps of paper.

Reviews

[E. L. Foley]

Lovely images and sound, especially "red palpable tongue". I am curious as to the "Einstein" tag.

[tynamite]

This poem is very good. I how the personification of gravity is portrayed.

[deeps]

She extends her arms like wings
to fly. From the folds between
each feather falls scraps of paper.

LOVE these lines this is amazing