a thrush nightingale gives us the smoky,
dark wine of his song. I prefer his name
in my tongue, ööbik. öö, meaning night.
the moon does not rise when you touch
my skin, asking to be touched. asking
why I do not sing. you drink from
the water well of my mouth and I say
this is not a song, it is your face
drinking your reflection.
still, your hands, their nocturnes.
the furrows of a tree you wear. to desire
deeply is to be full of sparrows, but sex
is a ghost. I am caressed and caressed
for I am younger than dust, but I am
waiting for a promise: if I cannot touch,
or be touched, the earth will still want me.
I am trying to listen. when a bird loses
its hearing, its ability to sing decays
in a single day. I am trying. I carry
your weight for a while, a crack
in the marble of my ribcage. in the morning
light weighs as much as a cygnet—
like the birds, I only kiss the black bark
of a tree and my heart is not a wind-up
tin bird, it sings for no one, only
for the sky it marries.
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