tell me: what is
enough
for you?

need i whittle down the 
bits and pieces of
my being,
offer you my
heartstrings to pluck?

perhaps i should
stand supplicant, solemn 
and safe,
eat the directions 
you give me?

hold out my soul to you,
let you pick and
choose what you keep?

let you claw your way into my
ribcage
and constrict around my
heart:
you're here to stay.

you're here to stay
and i still can't do
right 
by you.

if i could take you to
feel alien sand below
your feet;
if i could record the
cries
of strange birds
as they circle overhead -
would that satisfy you?