Honey Honey, Sparrow

Darling
darling rip
open your chest
and let her free,
dear little sparrow
in your rib cage.

Sweet and small
and hiccuping from
your throat.

Let her out,
honey dearest.
I can hear her slowly dying,
you know why?

Dear child she can't breathe
in the space between
drinking and singing.

Stop, stop
with the amber cold
down onto her 
limpid feathers,
poor thing can't even
stretch her weary wings.

She's been cooped up 
all along inside,
since you sang under the willows
as a little one,
down by the ponds
she sang clear.

Oh honey,
let her go unchained,
without the shredded pieces of sky
you swallow up in little rounds,
her heart can't take this
much longer.

Feel her stir,
in the sleeping hours,
fluttering at your adam's apple.
You remember faintly her 
tune and the sunshine
of the years gone by.

Let her leap about
the nightstand,
whisk her away
from the bottles overturned
on the writing desk.
She will hop off the windowsill
and out into the night
to just breathe,
away from your 
cracked and scarring ribs.