Nothing Better

I run my finger along
That one rib
Right under your heart.
I think it is my lost one, no?
If I gently kiss it,
Will it open
Like a secret?

I would pray then that I find
I am not a Midas,
My desire leaving you gold,
That you are no Pandora,
Your nightmares swarming
While holding out hope.

If I were enough of a hero
I would enter into the mystery
Blindfolded through the maze,
Learn you by touch
Turn by turn.

I would have to swear
Never look at you directly
Unless I would spend eternity
Without you.
Because how would we live
If there was nothing to separate us?

If both our better and worse selves
Stuttered light and dark before us,
We would be as moths
Trapped in a streetlight,
Trying at once to find
A way in and a way out.