Sutures

Lying on a hospital bed

bleeding ichor

Doctor, help me save this angel

who cuts too deep

Take my love

and pound it on her fragile chest

intravenous hope

to mend broken wings

Pull my head to yours

so I can make you breathe

and listen for the beating heart

bringing you back to me

So we can embrace

with bloody hands

in a disinfected room

of detached passion

and tear it open at the sutures.