I was learning words
You were in the bath
A flurry of small birds
And the aftermath

All that panicked flight
A concentration of red light
The red dusk willed
A falcon on the sill

Postolka
Postolka

I called you in to see
You stood naked next to me
Brought steam into the room
Dripping, like a fool

Blood blooms in your cheek
And slowly melts
I could almost speak
The love I almost felt

Make a wish, you said
A shiver pricked your spine
The falcon turned its head
And locked its eyes on mine

I was learning words
I knew that you could tell
I could almost speak
The love I almost felt

Postolka
Postolka