Next To You

there’s a story of a nightingale

in the grasp of a hawk

and the weaker bird

sings for mercy,

but that’s not how you and I are told,

thank god

and you’ve beauty of a bird of prey

yet when I feel unworthy

next to you

you grasp me and convince me

we are equals through and through

I am lost without your love –

no, really –

and I’m no songbird

but I can tell a special human

and thank her