Drunk with love
I am perched onto the back of flight.
Grasping onto the arms of the wind,
pressing my left cheek against the back of her air.
fleeting past the current of humanity.
I let go of her frozen hands.
and said goodbye.
She kissed me goodnight;
placed me to rest against the pavement.
Her departure lulled me to sleep.
Now I hear her again;
wailing outside of my bedroom window
she is watching me sleep around with warmth,
so she howls and screams her lullaby,
and a storm is born.
That is my son.