The Dream of Peace

I was an egg hatched beneath her crouching body. I entered as a chick into her wet sky of a body and all that I wished was to sit on her shoulder, lay my head against her cheek. When we held each other, I had no past at all. No present but her body. No future but to lie there and not let her go. She's single now. Of course. Her husband, the man that I was, is dead to her. She does not understand all that is behind my hello. I'm a yellow-nape Amazon. The handsome bird. But half an hour ago, there was a moment that thrilled me. A word. None of my