I want to know how the clockwork inside of you ticks.
I want to see the gears catch,
the belts run.
Show me the bellows that breathes air
into your innermost thoughts;
the hourglass at your core,
I want to brush my fingers across your rust spots,
know them like my own scars.
Show me levers, pulleys, pendulums,
swinging, grinding, turning,
making the mouth move,
the eyes blink, the hands clasp,
the heart beat and beat
Teach me how to fix you when you’re broken.”