Rarishy Poems

As I
pass the needle
ready the stitch

for that
extra little
touch
you bring

your eyes catch the light
and shine in that way
that makes me
lose my mind

the smile you have
when looking at me
I can't see anything else.

You understand,
I hope,
why I was distracted
the moment I pricked your wing.

You giggled
and said
it didn't hurt
but I could
kiss it better
if I wanted.

I got a
bandage
from the cupboard
but you said it
was alright,
and the bleeding
had already stopped.

I got a glass
of water
from the kitchen,
you said
you were
feeling fine.

I got a
lot of thoughts
tangled in my brain,
but some like to
surface
at points.

I should have felt worse
when I realized the truth,
you're doomed to me forevermore.