I detected a hummingbird
had built a nest in my head
I meant to say tree
the one they call chaste
while mine decidedly
isn’t up for it anymore
but the lost custody of my eyes
everywhere like rain
means I haven’t lost all desire
nor given up entirely on beauty
which must bleed through
and that I celebrate the idea
of a hummingbird resting
in its nest at the center of my brain
exactly the way I celebrate you
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