flytrap to fly 

this is how i write a love poem with my teeth. 
there was a flower once
that we both resembled.
your wings are little pocketbooks.
coins you placed on the counter.
i am here to be the gone machine. 
to be the sofa you do not stand up from.
television still laughing in the background. 
i open my mouth & sing to you
about the soil. we both once slept there
as freckles of words. do you know
what it feels like to hold 
a colony in your jaws? someday you will.
that is what i have learned 
from the windowsill. that today 
i am the one with a mouth 
but tomorrow you will be the bird
who hits the glass or you will be 
the animal with eyes made of gold.
come here & let us speak softly 
to one another. you can tell me 
what you want to see in the clouds
& i will knit them for you. you can confess
all your regrets here. i will swallow them
along with your wings. hold them
in my throat & wait for them
to turn into sugar.