To Love Such Sparrows

i don’t know
how to love a
bird
can’t claim to have
killed one either
kiss me though
and i can try
it’s only child’s
play if she flies
away

molting is not about
seduction but she’s
never transformed truthful
colors like this
owls cannot fly like you
so will you wait and
throw down a branch
on which i might fly
away

love isn’t leaving
until the message in
the cracked bottle flies
downstream on wings
born to steal innocents
from the cradle won’t
you come take me with
you and could you fly me
away