nesting partners

we picked our twigs with love and care they fell to our feet, our lips whistled a fanfare a smooch on the cheek then mouth turned to beak no fingers, no hands now wind in our spans our nest felt so grounded but now new winds surround us weightless we’re carried choices of homes are a-plenty as we land we shelter in feathers feeling our love raw like the weather take me out where you’d like to be and I’ll take you home, whatever that means now