The Birdsong
Flapping, fluttering wings, the birds twitter, chirp
The murmur of their love songs–close, afar.
The twilight sings as they anchor their kisses,
Unspoken words deepen, darken,
In the moist mouth of the night.
Together, they dig into the rough flesh of the night.
In the deep blue of its waves,
They break and sink, hunting down
The deep, dark hours, falling, frenzied.
The night nurtures their songs in the wind
As they swirl and twirl, burning, stroking, kissing,
Up above the river beds, the petals
Of the dawn unfold.
They squat, unzip, lying
In surrender to the slender,
Definitive daylight.
The light, drunken, gleeful
Carves the braids and pleats, the saffron
And milk, the contours of our unwritten verses.
In the virgin dream of the morn, they swim
Tender, green, floating in the morning’s womb
Like unnamed embryos.
The light of words
Christen them, drop by drop, glittering, looming.
Drop by drop, our verses rain and dance, rekindle flame.
We melt together in our steep, aimless flight.
Our kisses sprout from the edge of the night,
Bleeding, entwined, yet never letting go.
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