we are such little birds

What if we had mirrored desires

reflecting each other like hummingbirds

peering into the smooth 

              water surface

              of a bird bath.

Hovering silver.

             We are silver.

My face.

             Your face.

I blink.

             You blink.

We both miss it

     our closed lids

don't know we are in sync.

Touch?

      What if we touched-
  through the silver glass

can sliding doors caress

passing by each other in

       perfect symmetry

twins together, twin apart,

screeching aligned in time in space

you hoot at the moon 

       so I know you're alive

stick a wing in the water

      ruffle my feathers

a mating dance

      See My Ritual

Slipping,

      Slipping,

           Slipping off my perch.

Physics cannot save me now;

I am as wet as the day I hatched.