I would swallow a tree for you.
Not, like, in a sexual way.
Just, as, you know,
an extra source of fiber.
I would eat the promises of the past
making new truths
while admitting yesterday’s errors.
I would forgo all of what was
and the promise of something new.
I would chew worms
suck sour psoriasis scars
stop eating the courses I once so adored.
I would do what you tell me to
or even the things I think you might like.
I would dare for you
because I care for you.
Please, do with me what you wish.
Say you will.
Let me take you out