Adulterous Desires

I was drawn from
rhythmic dreams by the screech  
call of an eagle and wondered if there was  
jeering in her tone. Was she laughing at the pair of  
frantic insects twitching below as if they were the  
sum of all creation?  
 
My arms spanned a meager  
five feet across the desert floor and I wondered if she  
saw us at all while soaring on her  
eight-foot wingspan a thousand feet above.  
 
The selfie my lover and I took  
would later give the exact spot of this  
love affair in time and space. My eagle friend was free,  
not bound by the gravity that gave us  
pleasure as we flailed  
awkwardly against the earth.    
 
My voice cried out,  
wishing her back from the edge  
of the horizon, but she vanished as all  
created things do.  
 
My eyes followed her  
path then returned to the open sky,  
smiling at the panting efforts  
of my lover, unaware of my adulterous  
desire for another.