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,

no end.


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.



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