speakers in slo-mo

Every day/every time

I get to see you/see you

I am flooded

I am nearly/uncontainable

I finally know what it means

when poets say they feel like bursting

I am paint flying everywhere

every color

I am birdsong/and everyone's a poet, y'know

everyone who feels like bursting

like the mouths of waves/like birds of prey

You put your arm around my shoulders and grip me so tight a shiver runs through you.

I am developing a healthy summer glow for the first time in a decade.

I see hawks above my house and I call

and they fly away.

They once sang sympathy.

There used to be nightingales at my window.

I touch your face

right next to me/across the river

I can feel your breathing against my body/I can only imagine your sleeping breaths/sounds

Don't detach

You have nothing to prove to me

Just be/be with me

-Dana Winter