Swing set

I push you into the sky and it blushes, freckled with clouds. Breeze combs through your hair, hems your arms like sparrow feathers. Behind you the moon, large enough for you to climb in- your nest. I hear you laugh, over and over, fold ripples into the silk of the air And I feel a love rising like a thousand soaring swallows, just as I imagine at any moment it’ll fly away.