Oh Swan

Oh Swan all I do now
is watch you from afar
as you inhale flies, run
uphill, and I know I should
have done more, much more
Oh Swan, so you could
blossom like a cloud on
a sunny day that offers
no more threat than a
longed for cuddle. Oh
Swan I should have stitched
myself into you more,
invisible but present,
which I suppose I am now,
a ruffled ghost Oh Swan,
to be a shadow is never as
much as being your lover
Oh Swan, your other, your
twin, your one.