yes

 

 I could talk to you tonight like this mad silhouette is speaking to the dusk

 there are a thousand million stars weeping tonight

 I see wings emerging from old women pushing shopping carts on blistered pavement

 I see benevolent fingertips touching some kinda stressed out heart of a rich


  child
  do you know
  about

  the nests hidden in thickets?

Do you know about all the furies of ours    o    do you think we can figure this out…

This sublime life.

 This precious wandering.

 These awakened wings.

 These opened thighs.

 This heart that would pose as a tidepool .

 This heart that would dive from the sky into an open sea.