Amaretto Bird Poem by Crystal Rosser

Hither I am, love
Hear mine amorous song;
Gather thy twigs, and
Perch drunkenly upon mine heart.

With thy beak, tender
And untouchable;
Too strange and narrow
To smile.

Head of the pecking order,
Flick thy feathers;
Revealing pink flesh, beneath
Soft, black plumage.

Oh, have I felt thou shivering, shaking
In the wind, alone; And I, love
Have desire
To keep thee warm.

Thou need not this delirium, thou
Need not bathe in misery, nor
Relentless persuasion, love,
If I must tell thee.

If I must tell thee, again and again;
Mine love is song nestled within oak
And the place, love,
Thou may speaketh as thy home.