He whispered in my ear a little song for the Blue Jay's.
My body deteriorated like salt in boiling water.
The wind became a sigh.
The rain became warm from the heat that was provided.
The birds sung their same old song with a twist.
He arose as my head descended backwards.
I fell for his " I  love  you ,  tell  me  how  much  you  love  me"
And his
"I  know  you  want  some"
The wind would stir
It would soften..
It would whisper the words of love and would cry the tears of fears..
I mean.
This is one hell of a night.
Yet his songs to the blue jays were more than songs..
They
were
sincere
Sincere in truth.
His songs were felt in the heart and the roots that were drenched in a flood of water.
His whispers constricted my body.
His wind was the entity that destroyed my essence of innocence.
He was my brother to the night.