Dear little bird,
lost in the dirt,
floating in feelings
that were once obscure,
only found in the words
pressed against my chest,
cheek to cheek
and neck to neck,
like gliding to a feather,
untethered,
unencumbered,
somehow able to shake and stir
even if outnumbered.
You try to fly
against me
to where it’s safe,
but I ground you in a cage
painted with colors
that are only pretty
when seen from far away,
as if everything’s grey,
and the closer you get,
more and more
is chipped away,
until every shade is gone,
what’s right is wrong,
and you sacrifice flight
but the sky comes along.
Intimacy
without touch
is sometimes
more than enough.
Two little kisses
can take a bite
out of love,
just as a hug can
unwound a dove.
With only a look,
I know that I’ve kissed you.
As you get closer to Earth,
it seems you bring heaven with you.