Sweet little bird

By Lisa P.

sweet little bird, digital illustration, boy Roland

You wrote a poem to free your soul

Correspondence, you called her

And spoke of sweetness, distance, heartache

The words so familiar

Soft, downy

They tease and tickle my thoughts

As I search to decipher your desires, your dreams

My own delusions

Are these words for me

Or is every girl you kiss 

Your sweet little bird?