Woodwind

Dart, a hummingbird
Whereas your love
Flutters away the stars above
Or abuzz neither here nor there
As made love erratic
So blurry as to appear quite static
Slick like Jehuty’s beak
Plays incognito
Subtly dominating like a mosquito
Tries with infinite hands to ring
Empty forests around my heart
Only felling instead what had pricked us to start
Now nestled in splinters on the breeze
A plumage of oranges with turquoise
Transvalued not so much from choice
As in freely surrendering 
To unconditional liberty
We blent with that fatal brush into eternity.