untitled love poem

on nights such as this
when the amphibian symphony
wanes with the waxing
Moon, I can't help
but imagine my heart
this massive pump feeding my body
my breath in
and  out
out and in
my heart is a lark
flapping against my chest
bones and beak and wing
my heart is a singing loon
and silly Moon
my heart is thumping rapidly.
my soul is still
waiting
waiting
waiting like a dove
heart tucked beneath wing 
still
listening, stilled beating
and silly Moon when
you go to sleep
the Sun brings out the new day
and my menagerie 
tweet and whistle
and strain against their bony bars.
I am free!
I am free,
they sing
the Moon to sleep.
(i am free!)

(i am free!)

                           (Free as a bird!)

         

                (Free.)

zzzzz.