A Second Ode to My Love

 

my love is strange like an insect
as wings unfold from shell
to flee this room
and join the chant of dusk
through an open window

and later, at night
my love swoops down
like an overcast sky
towards me and my starving iris

 

An Ode to My Love

 

my love is the wingbeat
of a thousand days and nights
in timelapse
a perpetual rythmic shadow sweep
of feathers and sun migrating
to slowly carve an image upon
the retina of the sky