This
what I feel for you
is immortal
it's eternal
Goes beyond
any word
I hold it in my hand
Like an orphan bird.
Feed it hourly
with my attention.
I nurture it
and it's fragile beak
But it doesn't ask anything of me.
Though it opens and closes it's beak
Expectantly.
It is sad in it's captivity.
It doesn't need anything
But I want to give it
all I have
Regurgitate
Saturate
Drown it
with all that I can give
to make it live.
It's warm heart beats
moss soft in my palm
I feel it's heat
and our pulses
ticking in unison
as one clock's cog.
It is tiny
compared to my life-sized clumsiness
But I need it
more than it needs me
I want to tell it
not to be afraid
we are in this together
for the long haul.
But it fidgets
like an agitated
jumping bean
my tight clasp
it's trampoline.
It's feathers sticking
in desperation
mt perspiration
and I wonder
if
I will be strong enough to release it
a little
not smother
it's face under a pillow
of euthanasia
But I know
Yes I know
If my little bird
I uncover
and let it go
It will return to me
and grow.

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