give to me all your wide emptiness that place in you that winds into yourself looking for hope my tongue can reach it if you give to me all the beauty in your pen splayed on enraged paper rained underneath your skin bubblin troubling your waters within and that’s what i want you to give in my mouth let me drink your truth in the morning i will birth you a new haven my arms my heart my hands with your cheek in my lap stroking your head either one in any case, massaging away your worries. always anytime. i want to receive you, and, i will i promise give back.