A Funny Logic (Revised)

Summer made you drip
and sing wind
like a leaf on a tree
like a leaf on a tree
Your body has to run inside these colors
It has to exhale
flocks of sparrows
from a bough
that shudders

Sand in my hands
cupped like the bowl
of your hips
Our bodies have to ripple into waves
You chose me
You chose me
to jump with
and hold our breaths
like a leaf on a tree