Encounters of Insignificance

Part 1: Love

Our river may have
meandered and flown into
warmer, stranger waters.
We need not reflect on the absurdity.
Instead let's gaze at the sunburnt sky
because I just found our birds.
Feathers of blue, they were flying in motion slower than ours
from my continent to yours.

Part 2 : Longing

You'd catch my fever
if we shared time and space
for one sleepless night,
arguing endlessly about lust and loyalty.
Soon we'd roll into one,
blow up in smoke rings
and disappear into our chain of syllables
before they discovered us.