Maybe Love

Tarry bird, yet awhile. 
You sweep the skies 
With startled eyes, 
Consuming the blues
In subtle hues
While soft, soft winds 
Caress you secretly. 
I hold you now 
In gentle hands. 
I let you peck my tongue. 

Repair Work 

The strings of my heart got broken
When I was rather young. 
The strings of my heart were replaced 
By now-rusted rods of iron 
About the time the plaster was dry 
And the permanent smile painted on. 

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Walkin' along in my 
Tinkety town, 
I came to the edge 
Of a dark abyss 
Where love lurked.