My Starling

My starling, my darling,

You are feather-light

Whisper-wondrous on my tongue.


My light love, my blue cloud,

Your song nestles in the crimson crease

Of the horizon.


Perched on broken branch,

I struggle to learn the words

But I am out of tune, out of touch.



My starling, my darling,

I am stone-heavy,

Cross-crooked on your back.


Take up

The paperweight pound of my affection

And teach me to sing.


The End

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