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,

Every secret,

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.