us as birds

All I can think about is you

and birds. Did you know

their bones are hollow?

It makes them lighter,

the same way your voice

weighs easy on my ear.

I don’t want to create a metaphor

out of flight. That would be bold

and ridiculous, and we both know

you’re pragmatic. So maybe

you wrap my wings when they snap.

So maybe you bring me twigs.

All I’m saying is there’s nowhere else

I’d rather nest. I mean that I’d find home

in whichever tree you rested.

I’d build houses on your body.

I’d pepper a city through your feathers.