Paradise Stars

I would take good care of you

when you got sick.

I would make you tea

and keep you safe.

Lie in bed with you

and keep you company.

Try to calm your aching bones.

Hold you and tell you nice things.

I feel like you would not like this at all,

that you are sufficiently independent

and manly enough to handle getting the

flu or a cold or whatever.

But maybe it'd be nice.

I would take good care of you.

I would try very hard.

I'd stay with you

in your feverish states

of chills and sleepiness;

weather your coughing and sneezing

and broken voice,

and be there until you were well again.