Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-five
Summer 2014
 
Drinking With Red Bird
M.E. Riley

Drunk bird at the cold
glass bottom
rubs soft down
around brown eyes

Beads reflecting silver jewelry
my sterling worms
around neck and wrists
He asks to touch

Wonder why he always looks
away from me

Must be bird nature
constant attention
to wind patterns
Moon and her tides

No time for touch
just enough seed
the quiet body

About M.E. Riley

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