I wondered what you meant about using your emotions for evil

until I saw the lines on your wrist.

Scars, stacked like service stripes 

to commemorate those moments 

you must have been jumping out of your skin.

Now I’d like to inspect every inch of you

find each mark and cicatrix

and read the stories you’ve written in

ink and tissue.

I’m resolved to climb all your walls

and traverse any distance between us.  

Explore every hidden alcove and

find the source of the light I’ve seen

burning in your eyes.