N.ae.d.A. bean

A home for my heart and mind;

o little bird i love you

that sound sprung seemingly
from the beating bucolic
that blubbers blusteringly.

thrilling trill agitating audibly
ambient, ardently, o auspiciously,
o in service to a steady drum,
i love you, your feathery
hands. i love you, your
magnanimous heart!

i never saw you, but i like to
believe you saw me, and
reading from a heartbeat
sang: ‘i love you, i
love you! o do remember,
that i love you!’