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.