I Have Feathers

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Will you grasp my shoulder with one hand
And I’ll grasp yours
Watch me watching you tell me your visions 
And the Sun is at our backs 

Will you give me a photograph of that
And my thumb on your cheekbone 
Watch me draw you near to me
And kiss you like a brother 

Will you leave your fingerprints against me when you leave
And I may let you
Watch the edge of my skirt billow and float
And we will be dutiful

Will we behave and watch and….

Sixth Sense

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The air I finally touched

And found it covered in humanity

Chiseled, curved

Rigid, as it can be, and supple where it should

The air felt broken, but, marked with hope, was actually whole

Smelling of dust from the Day-in-Day-out and the patient, rainless years

I asked it to kiss me nevertheless

I’m glad it did, for I learned

There, on its lips, was the taste of us, each of us

I felt unsurprised