Chick

I.

Hey bird,
I never felt like this
for any bird but you.
Wingling, all flutters, yes,
but not this stubborn tenderness.

Blue eyes,
when you look back,
a shell in me
rocks and cracks.

II.

Loveliest woman,
not really little, not really bird,
you don’t have to be anything for me.
How can I know you?
I want to love you accurately.

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