metaphors like birds

House of Heart

Lying back on  clouds capricious birds tweet

into my  ear so I open my  empty palm

expecting metaphors to light  like songbirds.

From here I can see the river Delta,

dark green tarpaulin stretched across the hemisphere.

Murky waters reflect  gray skies and broken hearted

memories  flow past with  fleeting clouds.

Just before sleep captures my mind I consider

metaphysical nonsense.

You  say I am your guardian  angel and the warmth

of my breasts your confessional.

Together we Suspend above the boredom of life

sinking in ruins of  madness.

art by Karol Bak

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