I try to feed you love with words

and you ask for acts you believe I cannot do

so make me wonder

why you ask at all, with no faith

and conclude you’re unaware

of my vision of us

Blackbirds on a branch

without cause sweeping toward pavement

in unison

then shooting upward

toward the sun

until we disappear

become sky

then conclude further

that you don’t know visions rule my life

have saved my life

because the world has never shown me anything better

that is, the world before you.