A Query and a Request

These sticks, these stones

My brilliant bones

Too deep for you to take

But shallow enough for you to grasp

Far too easy for you to break.

Are you willing to dirty hands?

To glove prying digits with murky blood?

Or do you stand before me,

Instead, with the intent to love?

I beg only for your sincerity,

I ask only for your mirth.

Inevitably you will break these things,

Please place them in the dirt.

Cassandra Freiborg

8/24/2011