poem for goose epiphany

lying here with you 
the wild geese are gone
our love once again made
like a bed. like a song
bird I came, then I burst into tears.
surreal. you watched (repeat)
you watched me like a mirror.
fevered by matching,
two hot blood seeking satellites.
after it all, we realize:
the wild geese are gone.
I realize something else, too.

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