Bird
Bird of thought
I sense you behind my cheekbones
Fitting into my eyesocket
Pressing your feathery body inside my skull
Tapping the center of my forehead with your flimsy head
You, my throat too
We softly bend like wist
fulness
Pale warm blue, you are dancing in me all the time
Your beaks leave ghost beak ^ triangles ^ in a neat row across my scalp