one
thousand
birds
emerging
fron
the
cage
in
yer
chest

when
the
slow
snows
you
in
a
hawk
will
spill
his
secrets

her
weighted
kiss
and
the
tourniquet
twist
inside
yer
throat

when
yer
circle
sheds
feathers
she'll
starve
the
horizon
line

the
delicate
line
of
your
Klimt
wrist
giving
a
bouquet