whisper your secret upon my skin
so i become feathered & eternal
some long-legged crane watchful in a golden field
transformation comes with pain
corded & bound to earth
your breath tattoos a silver oath
smelling of earl grey & time
what is this season?
how shiny the scales as they creep & cover these aging bones
sshhh
only ghosts come her now
only the feathered ones who can touch the moon
