My ribs are not a cage Built to contain This fluttering beat of wings A captive could never sing Anything Like Iām hearing
Your ribs are not a cage Not like bars to contain But a xylophone Of your bones To play along With my birdsong
Distance Does not have to be Division I keep striving toward you Like a moth to the moon Like every winged thing Refusing to be imprisoned When gravity clings
The wings within my chest beat on Propelling me to flight and song Run my hand over the memory of your bones So like and so unlike my own And though our bones are not light Enough for us to take flight Wings within me Sings within me To fly in the face of gravity To defy what captures me
But my limbs are not made To fly away My heartwings beat over and over And the bone white moon never gets closer Now knowing what a caged bird sings Flight needs freedom, not just wings