You make my head spin
in all directions. Nighttime is a game
of escapades. Even in my sleeping
I am thinking of your face. I am seeing

the long slant of your nose, the crisp line
of your mouth. Those chestnuts you call eyes
make me realize  that I can’t go
without. Tu-whit tu-whoo I call

outside your house on the bough
during a winter squall. I wait for you patiently
to pass by the warmth inside your window/house
my deliciously plum fruit - tu-whit tu-whoo