skeletalled perception

if my heart was on the outside
id flex it when you arrived
impress the tax upon you
id face the new-born consequence
as you face these bridled terms
of this foolish godless tithe

id burst through my own shell
if only to see my own heart pound
in vanity we trust
against my chest exposed
against it all in ground

youd have to love my lines and imperfections
of a tired withered organ bareboned
subduing and deceiving you
when
modestly sized in public
in your presence, elite status it grows

but you fool! your love is a farce
you fool! you cannot see white space
you cannot see how chambers collapse
how they rebirth
each every step you take towards my skin
is to me
2 further steps taken back