I tried to explain and tried to explain
but ever the same words came:
Like a white bird ascending from the fire,
so love moves beyond desire.
But she laughed at me time and again,
and so I tried a new refrain:
Like a white bird flying in flames,
so desire returns again.
A scornful look, an icy stare, no laughter,
an empty chair.
Two cage birds on a table.