I wanted to tell you
the truth.
Dust your ears
with pollen. You would
hardly notice my tiny feet.
My wings, fluttering
lighter than air.
I wanted to sing you
to life. Send
pinwheel dandelion seeds
to dance
across your cheek.
I wanted to breathe you
in and in
and
in again.
None of this melts
your icicle eyes.
You do not notice
my tiny feet. Wings,
lighter than air.
Truth.