POETRY BY ZIE

How delicate a flower
that quivers when I'm near...

but shy she gently blossoms
for me to revere...

(a hummingbird's story)

If I could flutter freely
as will my petals when I die

I'd fly into the winds
underneath your wings to lie

so quick you pass through me
as I bend unto your touch

but you'll only kiss me softly
until you've had enough...

would you still giggle on on my cheeks
if I asked you
to
please
stay...
 

(flower's woes)

the thought of your lips...
your breath...
longing, longing
I shiver...

Maybe
someday...

(nectar dreams)
 

copyright©Zie19 May 2005

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your breath...
longing, longing
I shi