You could crack open my skull
to see the alive pink flesh that carries
my every thought.

You could take a knife,
cut across my chest
and find my throbbing heart
to see every emotion and feeling felt.

You could rip my skin
to see my breathing lungs,
every atom of oxygen and nitrogen
I have consumed.

I would let you in so deep
until you fall under my heavy soul and mind,
but I will count on you to lift me up.