That night our love was
fluorescent and mint-green.
Air stood still in the hospital halls,
and I could hear your lungs at work.
I took my shoes off to match you,
and let the sleeping tile freeze my soles.
I only felt suited when
I could share a fraction of your pain.
A promise was made.
We would keep your bracelet.
When you are released,
we'll stash it in a safe place.
When a plague sinks its teeth,
I'll put your bracelet on.
To remind me of the wounds
I wanted to take for you.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
That night our love was
fluorescent and mint-green.
Air stood still in the hospital halls,
and I could hear your lungs at work.
I took my shoes off to match you,
and let the sleeping tile freeze my soles.
I only felt suited when
I could share a fraction of your pain.
A promise was made.
We would keep your bracelet.
When you are released,
we'll stash it in a safe place.
When a plague sinks its teeth,
I'll put your bracelet on.
To remind me of the wounds
I wanted to take for you.
