I will show you
the way to go
when you cannot
find your way

like years have passed
and there's a bird,
exists only in
her cage.

Like I'm your heart and
you're my ribs,
the marrow in
my bones.

Like you're the cage
and I'm the bird,
clipped, perched on
my thrown.

I will take your winged
fingers
and your feathered,
sculpted wrist,

and take you to
the stars, the sun,
where only you
and I exist.