We, birds gliding fluidly, crossed paths.
Softness of feathers, strength of wings, colors, attracted.
Suddenly, easily, jovially, we joined.
At first flying side by side,
We, so attracted, tangled.
My left wing, wrapped around your right.
Gradually, heavily, painfully, flying became labored.
Heavy, we, mutant bird now formed, struggled through and over dark clouds and low points, harshly.
You sought to separate for easier travel, I held firmer.
Unexpectedly, my own wing began to weaken.
Losing feathers, my flight suffered.
Finally, full of fear, I released.
Only to find the beauty of side by side travel.