Broke Wing Bird

She’s a foreign country

I never got back from

Wandering in blind desperation

Searching for a breath of air

That touched her once and flew away

I am everything hollow that crumbles

Aching arms in empty circles

Around the raw delicacy

Of accidental dancing

I love her for the broke wing bird

She is in the cage of herself

For the way the air rains jewels

Every time she laughs

For the constellation of heat

That burns in the space between our skin

When our bodies touch

All down the length of us

And I will be this same kind of exile

Long after we have become smoke

And the last departing star

Shuts off the light

Leaving me down here

To love her with every scar on my heart.