“Feathers, Scales, Skin”

When I think of birds

I think of feathers

And when I think of snakes

I think of scales

And when I think of people

I think of skin

 

When I think of skin

I think of touch

And of feeling

And of warmth

And of my hands

Which have always been cold

 

If I held a bird

It would fly away

Contrast in temperature

Between it and me

 

But if I held a snake

It would stay

 

A mutual blood

A synonymous embrace

A system

A slip

A shared secret slither

 

Together we’d grow

Encased like a glove

A private show

A clandestine love

 

But a snake constricts

And closes in

Our love a tunnel

Which my life has been

 

So comes the time

When mutuality becomes constricting

And my coldness is begging

For a contradiction

 

The serpent

I must shed

And peel away

Cut at the head

Or left to decay

 

I have the desire to feel the warmth of day

I want to hear what the bird has to say

Reviews

[Musha Invergordon]

I read both Who is the for and feathers, skin, scales - in my opinion they are both lyrical and easy flow to them. The content, oh my, you slow down and think. Good to read.

[teaspoon]

Thank you so much!