Foliage of your emerald feathers
Envelops your body
I run my fingers through
Your wet leaves
You preen
You close your eyes
And rest your beak
On my shoulders
We have become the evening forest now
An overcast sky
Descends upon us
Collects us in its arms
I see you have fallen asleep
Your red beak
Listens to my beating heart
You breathe monsoons
With your silences
We don’t have a nest
We are the nest
Don’t be afraid of opening your eyes
I won’t fly away from them
2 Sept 2012
12:27 am
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