harvest my heart like a peach
from my breast could pluck it
could steal it from its cage
could bind the aorta like an umbilical cord
could wash it and wrap it in linen
could strengthen it with colostrums against the cold
and nestle it softly in a cradle
decorated with a big bow—big like a hand;
if I could
lay it at your door
could give it to you like a ring on your finger
or like the breath of life kissed into Adam
or like spring—curled up in the palm of God’s hand
as a baby porcupine;
and if you could
accept it, could breathe it in,
could assimilate it like sweet peaches, be accomplice
to such grand a prison break, could give your breast
for colostrums and love, could share your chest
with an extra heart—passionate to pump your blood;
if I could
and if you would,
my heart is yours.
... Sanko Lewis
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