Kiss Feeding

kissfeed

Before I knew,
I knew to fear
your leaving.
Premasticated,
fed spoonfuls
of fear, and
braced for
your betrayal.

Even fledgling
romance carried
fear of loss
so heavy
I fell to
early demise,
and reinforced
her warning
that I would
surely drown.

How can I swim
with you, love,
if my wings
have been clipped
by the
unintended
sins of my mother?


Words ©2015, Jen Payne
Image: Bird and Its Nest, Georges Braque


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