Tuesday, December 01, 2015

Shmavon Azatyan: BIRD IN A PARCEL

Why do you send me
a “Bird of Happiness?”
a porcelain red creature,
perching on a bough.

I remember
when you were
a taxi ride away,
you never mentioned

We drank wine, 
you gave me beautiful eyes
and told me nice words,
and an opportunity 
to splice my and your 
fingers together.

And in the night, 
when our hearts raced, 
you didn’t even think
that there was happiness,
our bodies 
tightly loving each other,
into completion.


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