5.03.2011

whisper (birds fly)

do you
remember
how you felt
then?


i thought
i might

drown
swimming
inside 

your eyes

wrapped
up in you

nesting
soaring
flying
screaming

aahhhh you

now
i know
you must be
sick 

to death 
of me
 

i want
to go back
to the dusk

of our love
before
the dark

when you'd 

fly 
with me
every
single
time.