Two if by AirbyPandoraGlitters©
The postman did not carry me; I clung
to the wing of a night bird
over the greening gray,
skating over state lines
over treetops, through branches
diving down and down bee
lining your driveway.
Here the segue to interior
(skip the sofa)
where we slid into one another--
honey into beeswax.