Azurean birds copulate in the feathery
Trees of Paradise while leanly long-limbed
Eve licks the juice that runs across crimson
Skin, one deep and delicious bite filling her throat.
Cobalt birds tweet tempting tunes to rival
Even the temptress Helen, whose queenly
Persona keeps the ship of state afloat while
The crews of a thousand ships perish on alien soil.
A sky of bird blue covers nests of mothers and
Their babes, free of fathers, as Mary caresses
Her own swelling belly, a fertile womb never sown
With lust and desire, foreign to paternal pleasure.
Clear-headed Sophia, in her belle-shaped gown,
Tarnished and a poor fit besides, leads her
Exaggerated happiness to avian gallows—blue,
Yes, but capable of contentment after all.