Waiting on a yellow bird

happy

To find happiness

in the gentle flick 

of a perfect lash.

A fierce brush of

happy lips.

To taste the scent

of happy skin-

to ignite the atoms of

a tongues eager edge.

To feel the swoop of wings

across the unraveling knot

of a happy stomach.

The happiness they

asked, if was because of you.

And I smiled.

Because it is.

-b

Lover, lifer, writer. Journalism student, and Vancouver freelancer. This is my personal blog with a lot of my own poetry and intimate entries. I am continuously inspired by successful, talented and innovative women, and I try to reflect that as much as possible. I hope you enjoy.
"Cento" Copyright © Andrew Brinker 2011.