when i was young, i wanted to be a bird

[we loved
because we were children
and didn't know about sin yet.
when we played house,
you made a dinner of weeds and acorns
while i rocked the baby to sleep.
we dreamed of flying
and neverland.]

when i was older, i settled for being a pilot
[we loved
secretly, because we were sinners
and what we wanted was hated by god.
but when you sneaked into my room,
you made me forget, with weed and muttered arguments,
that our happiness was evil.
we dreamed of escape
and los angeles.]
now, i don't believe in compromise – i will not settle for borrowed wings
[we love
because we have no fear of the sun,
and we no longer believe in sin.
our house is hazily scented
with the incense of aged hopes and dreams,
burning softly with the knowledge that our time will come.
we dream of wedding bands
and the laughter of our children.]