it's when I cry
that oh, I feel my center unfold
but that makes me more vulnerable, yes?
the unfolding is the shell breaking
and the soft, bloody insides
ripe for the taking
love, this is love,
my fingers always feel numb
when I know that my heart
is about to ripen,
like when you press your thumb
into a peach
and it splits neatly in half,
the juice like blood that comes
out quietly, gently, sweetly on your palm.