Objects in the path
of the sun
seem to radiate
from within
same as the glowing
pierce of your smile
I soak in
like those early spring
daffodil rays
when the wind turns warm
and green as your
young years
You’ve reminded me
what it’s like to
have your heart break
in someone else’s tears
I understand now those
flutters of the will
my virgin heart
once scoffed at
wanting to call bullshit
on the notion that pain
makes us real
when it comes to you
like an over-protective mother
I want to cotton-wrap
your skin
give you everlasting sunny days
clean sheets
a home devoid of broken people
and all their self-made messes
some sure thing
a fixed place to call safe
necessities as real as
the air we breathe
I took for granted
before I knew you
a gentler soul than mine
I imagine you
bending towards the light
like a blade of grass
scrapes through the sidewalk
bloodied but not beaten
those insults you bore
the ghost echoes that
keep you awake at night
fists that never stop swinging
your scar tissue soft
as the words you speak
I adore you
there’s more man in your
silence than
little boys in armor bodies
who wear out their hard times
with violence
I’ve watched you force
your head up
when gravity was the least
of your worries
when loss that breaks
the oldest of souls
wore you down
Your spirit
is the sound of the morning
after a holocaust
the pastel sky
after a flood
I look at you
and think
God, how could you
make someone so beautiful
and let life try so hard
to break him?
For what is within
my constrained grasp
to give
I ask Him
to cut you a break
I pray
that your talents go viral
that your someone
will find you and
spoil you with so much love
it’ll feel like every day
is Christmas morning
that peace will stop
alluding you
that your heart-wounds
will heal
that you’ll always remember
I love you
in the truest, purest way I can
Blood Brother
you’re in my veins
you are with me
always.