Birds of Paradise

House of Heart

Seeking pleasure in the darkness your fingers outline the etching of a hummingbird sipping from a carafe. There is balance in paradise. Indescribable beauty in the disarray of green parrot feathers. The moon pulls out the last breath of yesterday as your hands close around mine and I guide them where callous meets softness. Desire is a rage as wild as a shock of bursting hibiscus buds. The outline of Palm fronds divide like the chambers of a heart, the sound of waves break in our bones. Our throats are grazed by the winds teeth, our eyes are the color of Bird of Paradise.

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