Anatomy of a Love

Oh! Would I could remove your beating heart

And hold it up for all the world to see!

After all, it did tear us apart,

Though you still say the true fault lies with me.

Perhaps I could just rip into your flesh,

Unleash carnal desires that I hide,

Tearing into muscle, vein, and fresh-

Broken bones to sweet marrow inside.

I'd tear you, Love, from limb to limb with care

To watch your vitals, help them keep their beat

As steady. That way you'll remain aware

And feel my touch from your face to your feet.

I'll stitch and mend your wounds, though, when I'm through,

My dear— of course, for that's what lovers do.