an angel for the things that bleed

you are an angel by design, not accomplishment
drawn to the nocturnal offspring of my star-cloaked mind
i come bearing gifts, so darling, let me bandage you up
promise me you'll do the same?
when the time has come, beneath the cover of sleeping leaves

so my thoughts don't bleed through this makeshift pressure dressing
so my thoughts can come to rest in the unlit corner of your mind
so my thoughts can linger, and life will be.