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.