Silver strands in my hair
like linings that never made it to the sky
or else spiderwebs
and I was hoping to catch you
with a glint from either of them
without trying too hard
desperation is unattractive
and I don't want to repel you
I don't want to
My hands are fitful and timid
my limbs are limp, out of practice
under what conditions will I have my hands on your back
as you pin me down
and I hold you up
we make sounds that sound like love
Under the moon we will meet
Under the moon we will meet
our slick bodies, knowing beaks
and then, calmly, I will lay down my burden, my search for a mate
'cause once two loons meet so sealed is fate
never again a lonely day
a solo bird upon the lake
We will meet upon the plains, under bright sun
the gra**es stained
our haunches muscled from walking the days
you will saunter softly
golden, messy mane
you will come close but holding a firm gaze
a wild play
drive me crazy
we shall pursue ourselves while the light gets hazy
I am neither lion nor loon
you can see this about me
but human love has so often tiptoed around me
even when I thought it had found me
besides, these metaphors don't fool
are we not also animals, too