How do I draw you shy nightjar
cousin to whippoorwill? You sing
your name non-stop: chuck-will’s-widow:
lusty chant for mate and territory colors
my dark by tallow tree, lullabies sleepless
nights to blue daybreak beginnings.  

Your voice is you to me.  

How do I draw you, Chuck?
I draw you deep
in the hollows of my heart
in the marrow of my bone.