Stitches
Sewing together the stitches,To become a whole
If it weren't the night
We would see the hummingbird
Whose wings steadily flap,
In their glorious iridescence;
A reflection of our own surreal glow
But it is the night.
And lost in the velvet
Of the midnight sky,
There is just you and I.
The erratic rhythm
Of our two hearts
Is like the heavy beats
Of the hummingbird's wings.
And as we twist together,
We also fly.
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