BeakLock

Two doves

from Two different states

came along

sang a single song.

Togetherness perceived

Solitude healed

visualized dreams

of life’s cream.

Fluttered wings

Flied across seas & oceans

Took refuge

In trees overseas.

Had bird bath

Scooped water in beaks

& Foreign Fruits

In Fresh Colorful Orchard.

Preened each other affectionately

Rested, Roosted

Perched on a thick branch

Amid vast greenness, thence

Beaks locked

Blushed she dove a bit.

In the realm of paradise          

Eternally mesmerised.