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
