Two Birds

I write to you of the birds, now paired, singing together in the tree as I pass

Images that grace my eyes

Lines, angles, textures, patterns and colors of you.

Things that come out of your mouth that are mirrors of my fantasy.

Your tattooed hand as it grazes my thigh

Words usually cascading onto paper are gone

Replaced by pure rapturous feelings

And the desire to climb inside you and live out my days.

When will you be gone?

Decide the distance and hearts desire too great?

If I hold you in my mouth, in my hands, in my eyes will it be enough?

If I wrap you in my body, in my heart, in my mind?