THE BIRDS AND THE BEES

Before you I didn’t know

The kinds of birds in sky

The rhythm of their songs

Their many feathers

A flutter

Is it my heart, or yours?

Sometimes it’s hard to tell

Or to ask

Before you I didn’t know

It was safe in the dark

And that the things

We did in the shadows

Don’t belong there

They’re meant to be here

Under the warm kitchen light

Where you are making me tea

Before you I didn’t know

Amber honey dangles from a worn metallic spoon

A ripple underneath the surface

Goes smooth again

An owl’s song forming on your lips

Before the silence of communion

Bees graze through wildflowers in mid bloom

On the edge of a forest

Our shadows barely touching

Where light meets dewy grass

We have never been here before

We say that every time

Before you I didn’t know