Child

you so pale. stranger. friend of soul. your back is to me now facing the swings, the sky, the metal playground bars child. sparrow. pointed shoulder blades like wings pushing at the flesh pale skin martked - feathers breaking the surface an angel your hair tumbled windswept. abandoned. dark blond hurricane. my androgynous stormed child-bird single on grey skies you long for something I can see it in your shoulder blades hunchling indifferent to people so long as you are not caught in metal bars and cages what do you long for tumble-haired bird-child, stranger, heart of my heart? you long for the sky.