A you and a you.
Birds fly past, swooping into the night air, and I want to be them,
Flying away from you.
We talk, and we talk about everything.
And we talk,
And we talk curiously about each other.
Nothing is bad,
The feel of your thoughts,
The feel of your body,
Stays with me all night,
After you leave.
And I know that,
But I’ve decades of whole love,
From people that stopped short, too soon.
It may be my imagination or maybe my impatience,
And I look at the swooping birds,
Wishing to escape the knowledge of limits.
You have told me that it is inside of you,
And it is softening and ripening.
So I wait for your heart to open further,
And I long to fly away when I desire too much.