If I held your heart in my hands.
If I cupped your innocence in my very palms.
If my eyes bore witness to your every desire.
And my fingers grazed over your tender courage.
That, would be a dilemma.
Grasping your pulse.
I would laugh.
I would raucously exhale every tear shed on your behalf.
My gut would spasm in mirth with every beat of my prize.
I win and you lose.
You are humble and defeated and I will decide our fate.
The horrors I could render.
But I won’t.
As justified as I would be and as deserving as you are.
If I held your heart in my hands,
I would give it back.