Flocks of feeling
come to sit
On my lips that
speak your name.
Flying round and
circling--
A stomach full of
knots.
When those wings
begin to flutter
A heart racing does
not stop.
As that simple feat
of speech
Dares to pass beyond
my lips,
Latches break and
color pours
From those thin and
fragile wings.
Contorting to my
wishes
They do flow and
lightly dance.
A mosaic filled with
motion,
Frames my
effervescent awe.
But somehow you
still stay there
As I stand in swarms
of beauty.
Wings a pounding,
ever loud,
I hear nothing but
their beating.
But I smile at their
existence
And I breathe in
scents of wonder.
Something causes me
to ponder,
Do you see the same
thing too?
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