i am waiting for the shadow of your heart to reveal itself,
waiting to see the place that respectable men dare not speak of,
though they all dwell there,
quietly,
at some point or another.
i want to see the place where particle rays can not penetrate,
where moss is suffocated and black,
and children's fantastic nightmares pale in decay.
undo your stitches,
so that i might see,
these unbearable corners of your soul,
so that i may decide if i can love those parts of you,
as i love all of the others,
for it is far too easy to want a man who reveals only his Grace,
and i feel up for a challenge.