Beaky Lips, by Mark Tulin—Visual Verse

I shouldn’t have carried you

so close.

I should have thought twice

before kissing your beaky lips,

and never made a promise

to love you forever.

But I was tempted,

weakened by your unusual shape

and feathered presence.

I fell under your spell,

flying without wings

in the sky of eternal illusion.

Now I’m at the altar

of no return

in the foulest of moments.