Me myself and I · poetry

Black bird…

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Black bird,
Whenever you sing…
My heart beats faster
And I am longing
For the brush of your feathers
On my ivory skin
Black bird,
Whenever you sing.
You whisper
To my sleep-lacking ears,
Tickling my secret desires
Just as you fuel up my fears.
In the end, with you
My odds are thin.
Even if I don’t fail,
You’re the one who’ll always win.
I bow down low
You are my king,
Black bird
Whenever you sing!

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