i am Not Certain
where to Begin.
i am Struck (as if In The Face) by
The Wonder
YOU carry around with YOU; in a Bag
made from the Skin around YOUR heart.
and i wish for a Light
to Strike YOU
and
Cleave Open
the dark Thing
that Sits On YOUR Mind;
because YOU
must
See
how
The Grass Deepens
Where YOU
walk.
And i will
Not
Allow
my heart to Sit in YOUR hands
unless
YOUR hands are
Resting In Mine.
i can Plead
for YOU
and
Push My Way In.
But i will only Move
Into YOUR chest
if YOU Close
The
Hole
Be
Hind
Me.