Letter to a Stranger
I'm going to creep into the darkest corners of your mind
And curl up in them,
Tracing my fingertips along every crack and crevice
In your conscience,
Until I can do it blindfolded.
I'm going to search out your insides with my eyes
And gaze upon them,
Studying every hidden part of you,
Until I know you inside out.
And when I locate your heart –
Not the beating, pulsating muscle inside you,
But your heart,
I'm going to love it.
I'm going to close my hand around it and leave
The marks of my adoration
With my fingernails.
I'm going to love you.