Angels descend to collect your breath
Instead they have something else in mind,
You've misused it and mistreated the gift bestowed upon you
You're beautiful and take people's breath away,
Now it's become a game to see how many you can take
Now as punishment you will have you breath taken eternally by him
Is it really a curse,
You seem to enjoy the pain..

we leave the crumbs of our breakfast
on the windowsill, where we can watch
the ants arrive, and carry them away,
to their hills at the base of the maple trees.
they can't talk to us, but we can sense
their tiny gratitudes.
skin against skin, and tongues against
tongues, the glow from our faces is just
enough for the moths to recognize, for
them to want to dance around our heads.
they bask in the light of our love, and we
know they feel it too.
i live to see you smile, the kind of smile
that shines so brightly, like the way a leaf
beetle's shell does, when the sun decides
to hit it in a way that's exactly right.
they don't notice their iridescence, or how
perfect they are.