Newborn

Newborn

Like a lighter
hold you up to the dark
hope you make more of it
than I ever did
that your flame strokes it
hope it feeds you
makes you flare
not years of
stutter and spit
before the pinch
hope it shelters
your single bright wing
till it splits in two
hope it is a bowl of hands
for you
a place out of the wind
hope you’ll be a lantern
setting the sea on fire
turning a planet
into sun

but if you’re not
that is okay too
maybe you’ll decide
to lay with the dark
in the dark
it will be a better place for it
the velvet box that holds
the sleeping instrument
the tiny tinder box
small as your new lungs
where I sleep
dreaming of you
hypnotizing
candle smoke
with your singing



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