and this is aikido ... his feathered heart opens 
like a beak that we can exchange 
our presence


the 
cutest bird I 
ever squeezed ... sweat dripping 
like neroli ... that hollers out the bark 


that wrings from me ... this wretched pain 
that echoes my doleful cries wail ...
quite unbearable the sweetness 
of his baby soul 

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