Your trill sealed the deal
And I new my home was you.
Our journey began.

Oh! You bobbed and danced!
Preening and flaunting colours.
Now under your spell.

You twittered my way
And my wings went aflutter
This could be something.

I want you so badly!
My body aches with the need.
My mind is suspended with greed, hunger to be consumed by you.
Eager to be in your embrace,
to surrender to you.
To be taken by you.
(But I am not free.)
I am shackled to another-
my captor, Insomnia.
Liberate me Sleep!

Can someone please tell me
On which plane we now reside?
Valuing the cheap laughs that the
Freakish Trump provides?
Existential crisis doesn't seem
Far off to me, when war and strife
Escapes our eye, in our frivolity.

Dear Mr Postman,
Our fate was sealed with one look
Love, Mrs Postman.

Dear Mr Postman,
You stopped and so did my heart
We were meant to be.