bird by another name, my heart knew you
by love, at first. the clouds shatter into
millions of gentle fists, punching the
ground in sorrow – not anger, lest
the floodgates open and we’re
forced to welcome an unwanted
monsoon. it's exculpatory –
we both know we wouldn’t weather
an outpouring by either’s hand.
instead,
we are an ouroboros,
poems perching on the
other’s aorta –
i excise everything but love,
you excise anything with love.
