Limbs

When your vision’s gone bad, pluck my eyes from their place and use them as your own. Strip me of sight so that you can see color, see light, see the beauty of this earth.

Am I still pretty with blood drawn from my face?

Peel the skin from my back to cross a puddle, use my fingers to pick it back up. Take me apart piece by piece and find a new use for each limb.

Let my body become yours. Live inside it, stay deep within its warmth. Take the breath from my lungs and inhale it as your last. Let me die first, sacrifice the end of my life so you may continue on for a few moments more, for I cannot watch you go.

I live for you, I die for you, I’d kill myself a thousand times over for you.