Holding out
A heart,
Scrawled with messages
To become seen
By the wondrous face of you.

Here is a note,
Here is a wound,
A crevice in the notice
There to be mended.

Here is a space,
Held out for your taking.
Will you dive
With all your own heart?

All your eyes
See darkness in the white
Stars of this universe
I have formed,
To mold you into the keenest sun.

See this scar,
This fissure,
Won’t you close it?