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‘Weather and Wings’
I gather the thunderstorms,
under pressure, warm,
palms raw, bent back,
with the lightning cracking,
and my heart stops
from the shock.
The rain tastes like salt,
heavy clouds caught
in your eye’s vault,
knotted.
I’m a caged bird,
clipped wings,
sore ribcage,
singing lipless,
and I’m quite close
to high notes.
But as you feel my frequency,
I fold in the current.
It’s your face that pulls me.
Magnetic eyes sink
in my mouth,
down my notes,
as I swallow the air
and parrot your movements,
even crow for relief,
finding none.
Wind is a sound,
and I’m drowning.
My ears fill with guns and fire;
until my flapping tires,
and I make a nest
in your chest—
a place to count eggs
and beg for sunny days,
or the end of the week.
And you hear me,
over torn fronds,
thunder in a psalm,
and the church steeple’s
just our fingertips communing.
The body is not that of Christ,
but it is in the image of God,
so we feast in one flesh.
You sip the gust from my fingers,
and I tweet poems like this, nestled,
as we watch the sky.
-N&A