I discover ima near sighted bird
I creep so close I cross my eyes,
fill my heart, and hope to die.
you're brilliant and my brain produces chemicals that say 'hmm yes, a perfect specimen'
so pure, like starlight, a name I own.
my tailor my kin we stitch together this perfect stream
forcing up and
                       it  
curls and it turns and floats away

© 2015 Kate Volk