With Love I am Emancipated

You are that bird set on the roof
The one I've never reached
You are aflutter, you are aloof
But it is you I have beseeched

I whistled to you mournfully
And you have nay reply
But to live your life with fervency
As you leap into the sky

This feeling is a piece of art
But you will not be nailed
You give to me your beating heart
But will not keep it jailed

Slow.

What does it mean
to go slowly? Does it go
somewhere into seclusion?
These radio men
never relinquish our beating
hearts, or where it is
we take them. They give to us
our time and place. But here
I am
on the edge of something
natural, and between us,
this silence and me,
the feeling is mutual.