Drunk with Love


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.

And then,

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.

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