Twenty Seven (For F.M.V.)

On this new anniversary of you
I give you not me pulling
The first soft feathers from a newborn Robin fledgling
Saying she loves me not she loves me
Like some killers crazy form of petals from a daisy
For it to try and fail and flight and fall flailing
But twenty seven brittle birdbones to build a little fence from
And one shiny piece of amethyst to top each tiny post with and
I leave you to decide what fits inside it, be it spiders, ice or pennies
Or all twenty your firstborns baby teeth
There is real peace
In the regular order
Of my most intimate geometry
Real peace
In the regular order
Of my most intimate geometry
Well I am no longer your unsure lover
? Nothing filled with flower
There is real peace
In the regular order
Of my most intimate geometry