And now when I see you, bird of the sea.
I am reminded of our last kiss.
Puckered, with a fragility that slowed down time,
Our lips met, saliva absent, un-exchanged, with a gentle touch of knowing.
Knowing how you played for me, the drum, and the tiny stringed instrument that was dwarfed in your robust arms.
And I for you, how I danced.
Uninhibited and free, completely free, we shared in each other.
As we were each other’s safe place.
That kiss, that bird.
The sea eagle.