One just settles for her to
Land on your shoulder
If only for a while.
You’ll think her ditty out of distance
Finding she’s only a feathered flight away.
Preening her vibrant feathers with the grace
Of a god.
Lighting a cigarette she sings melody.
A whisper thought only for me.
To grab her tight.
To keep her to yourself.
Only crushing gentle balsa bones.
A sin to keep to one’s self.
Her sultry song floats past fingertips
Grasping at empty air.
A Siren song confusing cunning ears
Leading would be lovers to
Crash on the crags that men fear
Yet, always knew were near.
You can’t cage a wild bird.
An aerial mystery, an unfinished phrase.
Oh puzzling pleasure.
Writhing in wit, the intrigue of intimacy
Of the body present; of the mind unknown.
No, a bird that beautiful is meant to
Fly free.
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