with wonder
even as you slumber still as night.
For I would take you under
if your colors bled to palest white.
If you were to burn me
with the scalding of your tongue
I would still taste the honey
despite that I've been stung.
If you rained shards of icy hail
I would not run for cover
nor be windswept by the gale.
For me there is other.
It puts me in a bind.
Because as you leave
part of me is left behind.