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.

Dissonant.

 

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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