Monday, March 7, 2011

We painted galaxies

on the inside of where

our souls reside.

The walls dripped

with stars

and fell onto our hands.

We touched each other’s skin

until we both became cosmic

in the off-light through the window.

We made love and created flowers

from the union.

They grew around our bodies

while we huddled together

as if trying to lose

where you end
and I begin.

Our legs tangled

and our fingers intertwined.

Your lips pressed to mine.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

He lost his wings somewhere along the way.

They fell off feather by feather as the people around him helped him sink. They yelled for his sins and increased the need for them in the first place in doing so. I followed the trail they left behind and collected them as I went.

They left a boy with ragged scars on his back where they tore off his wings. And I gave him his feathers and a kiss with each one. He will never be the same as he was in the beginning, but in my opinion, he will be better. Stronger. Wiser. Smarter.

Regardless of wings, this boy is my angel.