Where no birds breathe, bird-magic breathes <br />Bird-beauty, bird-spirit, bird-splendour, <br />And brings where no bird wings, <br />Wing-beats that woo me to wonder. <br /> <br />What do I want when a woman can warm <br />Bird-magic from her bosom, her womanly arms? <br />Her lips that are petals, her thighs that are trees, <br />Boughful with blossoms of softness and ease? <br /> <br />What is the liquid that lingers with love <br />In her voice? Is the music that hangs in her eyes? <br />The dewdrop.that dangles from finger-tip touch? <br />The mellifluous magic that moves me so much? <br /> <br />This is no bird-magic: <br />This is woman, who with a sweep of her hair <br />Sends birds bursting to wings in the air. <br />This is woman, whose frown <br />Droops dark feathers down. <br />This is woman; her smile, her kiss, her holding in arms, <br />Hold more bliss for me than bird-charms.<br /><br />Tan Pratonix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bird-magic/
