she is my idea of an angel
i hold her name between my teeth
shes afraid
it’s a poisonous thing to say
afraid that id clip her wings and leave her stranded
when she walks in, the rose petals bloom
my wounds heal
and her touch thrums like a hummingbird
her whispers latch onto my ribcage
and soothe my twice-beating heart
i am minuscule in this world, but she amplifies me
she fears pain
i fear losing her
she thinks im a martyr, that ive lived my cause
that somehow an angel isn’t important to a man
but my duty has always been her
drink the words that spill out of my mouth
nourish your plants with the soil of my body
my tears will water them, and my bones defend them
what else is love if not this
i know no other way
to rid her of this fear
than to show
that even beautiful flowers can grow from me