If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?
My lifeline which reads with want the closer your fingers brush,
A warm palm, attentive lips,
They, too, are only an inch away
As if you may devour it whole instead
Open up the valve, Kirstie,
There what will pour out, not blood-
A lifetime of care plucked from the veins
Inside, all mine,
Would it taste good? Would you feel heav...
