sparrowed mornings

my palms can hold your hand at
night, i wonder how they reached so
many miles, combed some bay and
the west sea, with a floater. i am sure.

probably. you have ten fingers but
felt like twenty in a piano. you tickle
my toes and make my heart flutter
like a feather from a cheerful sparrow.

mornings. i hate mornings. but i love
you more. and the blessing to build

this nest with you.

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For dVersePoetics: Who’s your Muse? – Went on a modern way here and wrote about the one who muse my heart.

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