A Bluebird at the Window
I love a bluebird sure, they walk with feathers all akimbo backward dawdling
of course I love a bird
the way they turn toward the night, a tiptoe maneuver
If Only all the bluebirds sang at once
in the dawn gown dowry of a lady's wait for the sunrise to shape
in a cathedral filled of all glass and light and mostly Air
these ladies of the dawn
hear the birdsong hear the heart swell with ocean and delight
hear it whittle hear it bore new holes within the heart
Let it drip beneath your clothes
your nudity in all its caramel delight
tear your breast and beat your heart the birdsong is for time
To tick away the hours till you burst yourself apart
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