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 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.