My friends have wings and talons.
\nThe eyes of cats, goats,
\nchildren\u2019s faces,
\ndeep-rooted souls.
\nThey sing in choruses,
\nor keep their stillness inside boxes,
\nwhich I leave in silence
\nto the pages of their letters.
\nI don\u2019t do well with gossips,
\nsportsmen,
\nactors who never leave their roles,
\nor buddies running races.
\nThose friends have their friends
\nand places.<\/p>\n
My choices are tigers, musicians,
\nthose who sing inside themselves,
\nand set tables for other strangers,
\njoin a silent figure gazing at a shore.
\nOr seeing the parade of people pausing,
\nwave greetings from their door.
\nWho speak of dreams they had last night,
\nhow the flower opened up its bloom,
\nthe cataclysms of their latest love.
\nThe sorrow that remains
\nfrom what their hearts obliterate,
\nor the glances that had them
\nfall in love.<\/p>\n
My friends being what they are,
\nare awfully, perversely,
\nsweetly,
\nthe salt inside the sea,
\nwater holding light.
\nLips that say kiss me on their skin,
\npray their prayers hearts open,
\nor mix stars up inside me,
\nwho from that point on
\nI love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My friends have wings and talons. The eyes of cats, goats, children\u2019s faces, deep-rooted souls. They sing in choruses, or keep their stillness inside boxes,…<\/p>\n