FLY ME TO THE MOON

This is a re-worked poem from several 

years ago--I wrote then under an alias...

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LOVE BIRDS

rode with the wind

flew out in style

brother, I've sinned,

loved every mile

we slept on 

beach, bench,

tall building beams.

down, to mountain streams

flew with feathered beaks 

to quench thirst, then we

soared over highest peaks.

breathless, stopped to rest,

flapped wings, other things,

there built our love nest

there exchanged our rings.

oh my love, you remember

moments, we held no bars,

sweetest nights of December

full moon dressed in stars?

you wondered then

if we'd ever

be human again--

whether we could sever

ourselves from 

living and loving 

in birdland...

away from fantasy life we 
flew     

for that's what true love birds

                                            do

--steveroni