This is inspired by my upcoming Reese/Malcolm story, to feature copious amounts of ANGST && FLUFF.

Springer

You wonder what your brother sees, and
hope; your heart is going. Your
pain's a river flowing from the trunk of a tree.
You are kicking not to die.

Voice broke' you choke.
Not blind he finds:
ardor harbored, your
tender adoration.
It shows; he knows.

To you he says, you're all I see, and
now, your heart is glowing. Your
love's a tuft of cotton floating loftily in the breeze.
You are lying in the sky.