The death of lesbia's sparrow. by goatkid, literature
Literature
The death of lesbia's sparrow.
Shall i say, shall i say,
what rules my head these days
and churns my stomach
like my mind?
a twirling, flighty thing
a bird, so carelessly alighting
here and there,
to never settle on a choice for very long.
do i tell her that she walks
followed quickly by my thoughts,
shakes the water from her hair,
her hands and
to the bedroom where
we laid alone, an opportunity missed
to put this way to rest,
but i feel this hateful bird will die quite soon.
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