Your name is lover

i was a bird’s blue feather,
grapes ripening on a wild slope,
a round shaped vessel
containing water that evaporated
to form clouds, dancing in the wind,
even shading the sun, dripping,
a gypsy’s lullaby,
stray wool caught between fence poles,
no reason other than be there,
until you took me home,
sang me, let me be your first light
in the high starry night,
held me between your arms,
put out your thirst with a kiss,
wearing me like a leather suitcase,
a basket of fruits,
a bunch of flowers,
a pebble and one wing -
until you gave me
my name.
.

(by me)

~ de Diana pe aprilie 4, 2008.