To marry forever; though it's not the same mate –
its habitat is worldwide, this thing called Love.
It pecks at the other birds; as birds have faith
in branches; love faithful in wanting to leave,
as soon as the fruit it once bore falls away.
Birds too, believe in trees, in what they can
provide for them: food, shelter, and warmth.
And so too love — food, shelter, and warmth,
but when we taste from it, it can starve us;
what it covers may still make us feel naked.
And the warmth it portrays could come from
a very cold place - _a cold shoulder's glacier._
Yet still, we build our nests in passing storms —
calling it forever, because it feels like home.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 3:50 PM UTC
To marry forever; though it's not the same mate –
its habitat is worldwide, this thing called Love.
It pecks at the other birds; as birds have faith
in branches; love faithful in wanting to leave,
as soon as the fruit it once bore falls away.
Birds too, believe in trees, in what they can
provide for them: food, shelter, and warmth.
And so too love — food, shelter, and warmth,
but when we taste from it, it can starve us;
what it covers may still make us feel naked.
And the warmth it portrays could come from
a very cold place - _a cold shoulder's glacier._
Yet still, we build our nests in passing storms —
calling it forever, because it feels like home.
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