we nest together til you wake
then you rise, flit room to room.
from the couch where I am sprawled
I catch the sounds of your trilling song.
I capture you in two hands- you
who are all soft feathers and thumping heart.
I clutch you dove to my breast,
feel you breathe, then rest.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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