The Birds and The Bees

Oct 14th, 2009 | Filed under Poetry

I wrote this a long time ago when I was 23 on Kovalam Beach in Kerela India, as I sat on the edge of a beautiful beach and my new girlfriend had just gone to the store.

I used to try and find it once,
now I wait for it to come.
I used to go out seeking it,
which wasn’t very fun.

When a bird does come alone,
Who sings a friendly song,
I tend to buzz towards their claws,
Then parts of me are gone.

But If for once I find a bird,
who’s heart is made of gold.
May the passion never leave us,
and our love forever told.

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