Moonblind

Let us signal with birds’ spiral calls
Like the hermit thrush
piping the dark into daylight
or the nightingale echoing
lost hues of evening

Let our life fly
and the days pass
in a shudder of wings
and a blood song rising sweet
Let us love with lungs and gills
Teeth and claws
making no excuses like
Forgod’s sakes. No harm intended.
It was just a nip.

If love took more time, we’d
Fly in pairs forever
llke fugitive birds angling down the winds
speeding into dark regions
Moonblind

But after the drift and pitch
And time twisting moments
knocking at heart’s door
the old saddled with flesh
tell their tales by not telling them

They speak of love’s cool compass
passion’s winter eyes
where every breath sustains
and resonates with earlier gusts
as the moon climbs nonchalant into the night