Lay down, tear your chest cavity open
and lead my fingers to the burned edges of your body,
damaged by your malicious and poisonous thoughts.
As our limbs tangle, let my eyes wander around the crevices in your chest,
each one scarred from your constant battles and wars.
Let our colliding breaths, mingling in the air,
chill your open heart as you show me
how valiantly it beats through your pains and struggles.
Show me the wrinkles on this muscle in your chest
from each time your heart swelled to accommodate the love you felt for others  
and contracted from the lack of it.
Let me peek at your precious soul as your lips on mine
weave tales of your past, your present, and our future.
Before I release three fatal words, let our actions speak for us.