Canary

I love that we can
measure the duration
of our love affair in
chapters of the Bible,
each one a week,
with hour-long
phone calls about
what James meant when
he said "count it all joy",
and 6am wake up calls
to pray while we're still
in bed. I love that we
can calculate the depth
of our love in the minutes,
hours, and days, that we
refrain from holding
each other, endless miles
keep us apart, but
only in physical distance
because you live in the
cabin of my heart and
I am a bird in your ribcage.

I swing and you smoke,
but we both sing.