Your heart is the Grand Canyon
I can walk along its edge, scream fiercely at the walls,
hurl rapier sharp words and boulders
down into the depths.
But I'd rather stand motionless in the arid air and let the span of it all
shrink me, bind me, devour me.
Echoes bound off the walls and dissipate into whispers, ghosts.
Dissipate into a momentous silence,
stillness,
containment,
thick walls holding me in your eternity.