I don’t know much about love
but I want to read you stories
about moonlight and bullets
and rainfalls that comfort
and sunshine that stings

and take long walks
with each of the thoughts
inside your head

and build alters and monuments
and idols
for each of the journeys your heart
has made

transform this flesh
into a sacred place
where all the people
you are
will be
have ever been
can meet to tell their tales
of cowardice and bravery
about the teeth of wolves
and the skin of lambs

expand this cage of ribs
so exponentially
you can be all the contradictions
that you were ever born to be

I’ll give new name to those you christened shame