at nights I dream of

a bird, sparkling blue
red, blood dripping beak
morphs

patterning into
heartbeats of  lovers,
tapping fingers of anxious,
fluttering eyelashes of mourning

a bird, pulsating purple
gold, god speaking beak
springs

melting into
infinite sky
melting
meltin
melti
melt
mel
me
me

it becomes me.