tagErotic PoetryTwo if by Air

Two if by Air


The postman did not carry me; I clung
to the wing of a night bird

over the greening gray,
skating over state lines
and medians,
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.

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