Imagine me,
Laying open for you
Under the weight of your hands
Under the weight of the watchful eyes of God
I would touch you,
If only the weight was lifted
If only I could breathe
Imagine you,
Spread like you're crucified
Under the weight of perception
Under the weight of the tears in my eyes
Would you touch me?,
If the weight was lifted?
If you could stop seeing the wooden cross above your bed as higher than me?
As higher than my trembling legs?
As higher than the sobs you elict from my throat?
Would you touch me then?