were to take your gentle hands
and carefully scoop out
like a fruit with a quick twist of the wrist
my insides
do it swiftly
in one motion if you please
and then let them slide
into that large crystal bowl
your mother uses on special occasions
careful not to spill
but here, look here
these strings of shadow
they hold everything together
but right here
inbetween the heart and the throat
there is a giant knot
a tangle of epic proportions
that even Alexander would pause for a moment at
you could emulate his method
and with a word or merely a swinging door
could slice the tangle in two
and i wait
but then with your gentle hands you begin
with small tugs and quiet words
to untie my burden
at the end with a gulping gasp
i could finally say
I love you
and with those words
i tie myself to you
and will not touch the knot
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