See those Swans at window?

See those Swans at the window?
She said.

They’re stuck in Ice cold waters,
Prickly feathers, frozen
But still gentle- My ‘Friend’.

As they tickle you in your sleep,
Floating into Blue.

Prey awaken as strong necks,
Cuddled each other to sleep.
One half for you, one half for me.

Nestling, lulling white hairs into that-
Good Night.

Goosebumps rippling in a circle,
Blood Tight.

Those Swans at the window
Their sailing around the world,
With one chipped wing
Each- a pair of eyes,
Shared between the two.
One half for me and one half for you.

Thick bottoms,
Circling, circling with no
Guided by the smell, the hope

Swimming with no compass now,
Sailing slowly
The doom.

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When you want to hold
But only their shadows
Touch your finger tips.

When you want to scold
But only gentle words fall
Out of your lips.

Grab them softly
Hold them firmly
And never let them go.

Unless they wriggle out
Of your buttered fingers,
Leaving but a mere stain upon your,
Bruised hand.