Landscape With Two Hands

pleasure beats against the cage- 
body: a parakeet with no mirror. 
gathering the twigs of

my desire. a red nest
cradled in the low stomach before
birthing a frenzy of sound.

before tunneling me into a series
of exit points. a happy list of holes
to take you in. me, a body 
bird-songed into an august sky.

yes, wild feathered thing.
a relentless green.
nature does what it must: makes me