Bird Watching

naked  
without feathers
quiet bird  
pimpled with cucumber  
cool  
don’t doubt  
that when you plucked  
the plumage from your breast  
un-  
knuckled  
without fists  
of flight  
 
abandoned to the altitude  
no  
feelings risked  
the star inside my chest  
was left alone  
 
the sun is over dressed  
and plays a role  
the moon is sliced  
in vellum sheets  
it knows  
confessions come  
in quarters  
 
come and go