Stretch your limbs,
your arms, your fingers,
your soul, your essence;
Reach into my body.
Grab it, own it, claim it;
don’t break me.
Reach into my soul,
as if it’s the most wonderful poem you’ve ever heard.
Read between the lines, hear the way my heart beats –
like an overexcited metronome as you hold me.
Reach into my thoughts.
Pull out the poison ivy that has a hold on my brain.
Make my head spin, my hands shake, my heart race…
Make me see colour in a world that was once so grey.