For You

Oh seedling child,
Of unfolded steel and untouched paints,
You are the morning dawn.
For you, I will break the ice,
Cut through the brambles ahead.
For you, I will stretch over the mud,
And light the lamp above.

I give you my heart,
Still bleeding from the world’s crucible.
I give you my shoulder,
Long strengthened under the emptiness of night.
I give you my hand,
Firmly against the back of your carriage to push you where you will.
I give you my ear,
Forever listening to what must be heard.
I give you my tongue,
Speaking what must be said.
Lastly, and most constant of all,
I give you my abiding love,
To warm you in the winters to come.

One thing I will not give,
One gift that shall not be bestowed.
Never shall I give you my mind.
Bloom, my rejected, peerless flower.
Cast a new color upon the spectrum.
I shall stand behind and bask in your emergence.

To Be Wanted

You're real,
Soft, warm, real.
Not scaled and cold,
Nor furred and worshiping,
Nor feathered and resigned.
You're human,
A mind of your own,
A heart unchained with cages,
And you let me hold you?
Your arms,
Not forced, not out of kindness,
Hold me back?
Knowing my name,
My thoughts, my heart,
The reality that is me,
And you don't pull away?
I don't understand,
Don't see what you do,
But does it matter?
For now, while it lasts,
I am wanted, not needed.