Paper Birds
Let me call you by name
to form it into a paper bird
and set it to flight
on the autumn wind
Take the desire from my mouth
that craves to know your tongue
to taste the way you say my name
after the kiss
I will set your bird on wind currents
if you set mine on fire
Let them feed each other
So honey dripped
your name falls from my lips
as I moan it under
my fingertips