bird

i want to put a crown on you,
crown you king of everything faded beautifully
and watch you walk barefooted
carefully on the fallen bark

your hair like feathers
wild in every way
somehow my present shines
from the raindrops on your face

you make winter seem like summer,
like I could fall asleep on a faded couch
and watch the sun come up
through curtains I’m too shy for

little sweetheart with a newspaper,
you make dirt feel
like coming home.

when will I be able to speak
all of the things I want to say
without making you afraid I love you?

you needn’t worry;
I do,
but you’re not the only one, by far.

September ’10

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