You hold my love

You hold my love like a bird 

With a broken wing 

You nurse what feels like 

A forever alteration 

And fix me a splint — 

A twig of hope for my

Fragile ailments 


You cradle me in love 

Soothing coos calling 

A burst of butterflies 

Paper wings sprawling 

Mine with liquid stitches 

That only come from 

Wet-lipped kisses


I feel forever changed 

Yet instead of broken 

It’s freer 

This kind of love is seen

Reminding me of the notion

That I don’t need flight 

To feel emotion 


Even broken wings can still

Use feet 

To pitter the path

And meet the future with glee