To fall for a person
With hands of bird bone
That quiver and flutter
And like water, break stone

        Winter blankets branches
        It asks
        Does frost taste bitter or sweet?

One step forward,
One retreat
Each step stepping
On someone’s feet

        If I held those hands
        It asks
        Would it taste bitter or sweet?

Don’t hold birds;
Watch them flit from trees  
And come and go
as they please