Let me ask you this:
Have you really ever let anyone sit inside the moon of your mind
And catch shooting stars that traveled through your thoughts?

It seems like not too long ago you traded the stars in your eyes
For slabs of concrete that shielded you
And though your lips touched others in those months
There was always that painful backbite of barbed wire
Deep in the back of your throat;
That metal tasting reminder of your fear.

Let me ask you this:
Have you let anyone walk down the staircase of your spine,
Looking at the pictures that were so carefully framed
Of family members and the things that filled you with strength,
The things that caused you to sit up straight?

I want to reach out and run my fingers up that question mark curve
And watch you shiver slightly
Knowing that those pictures were rustling their pages;
Murmuring inside their picture frames to the questions you would ask yourself
As my fingers caught your hair and my mouth reached yours.

Have you let anyone sit in the back of your throat,
Playing with the simple conversation of your mouth
And tying knots in the sentences that actually mean something?

I know that some days you can't speak about those painful times
The pain reflecting like sunlight off snow makes you squint;
And closing your heart, like closing your eyes
Is the only relief you can take.

Would you ever let me walk into the room of your heart
And pick up the pieces of the shattered window to your soul?
I'd turn those broken pieces into a stained glass window,
I'd paint them with the colors of your mind;
Pressing lipstick marks in the cracks and corners
To remind the leftover ache that I wasn’t leaving.

I find you constantly pressing words into the back of my mind
Like kisses in thoughts
That sit on my heart like pressed flowers;
Waiting to be hung on my ribs like Christmas decorations
So every time I breathe in they rustle slightly
And remind me to smile.
I find you in my spine,
In my heart,
In the nooks and crannies dusting off long forgotten memories and hopes
And it scares me.

But the funny thing is that although I am scared,
I still find you in all of me

And I like that.

So let me ask you this:
Have you really ever let anyone sit inside the moon of your mind
And catch shooting stars that traveled through your thoughts?

Because I'd want to sit there and count them,
One by one,
Endlessly.