Far from the reach of my protective wing,
you fly on your own, battered and afraid,
while I sit here upon a tree and sing
of your return to the safe nest we made. ...
To what distant places do our mouths go
each time they lock together in a kiss?
to what wild rivers do our joined lips flow
like fish freed from the jar to the abyss ...
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