I kneeled
Like a Mantis,
In front of you.
I got on your back,
Like you wanted me to
I thought when you turned
That you'd make us a bed
But your mouth became red
And I knew I had misread
When you started eating
my head
Instead

You kissed me softly in the rain,
then laughed gently into my mouth.
It tasted like Spring.

Some souls are tethered loosely,
At the slightest breeze their rope becomes undone
And up they soar.