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Baby Birds (Falling, Falling, Falling)
We lost ourselves, in fragments, in each other.
May 18, 2024
I loved her as if we were baby birds that had bonded since being hatchlings in the same nest.
When I told her that, she said I was silly. “So silly,” she whispered before she caught her lips against mine and tugged.
I groaned, eager and wanton, before I pressed her back against the couch.
“You know how to make me a beast instead of a man,” I told her.
Her eyes flickered with a gleam as she stared at me.
“Then be a beast,” she said. “I’ll be one too.”
Baby birds?
Maybe we’d grow up to be hawks.
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