7.05.2014

Nashawannuck

Meet me in the glint
where wind meets light
as memory fades
with your appetite for Blue

Only we two birds,
fledging low below clouds,
are finally ready to Dive--
pinched nose, holding hands

Once we’re deep under,
twine your legs round my legs--
your Heart withers so cold below,
don’t you dare let go.

Flash Fiction 55 at Real Toads.