Open Poem by Maya Hanson

What would you ask for
if you knew the answer was yes?
I'm asking you because I can't answer,
I can't tell you
what to feel,
where to hurt me,
the places I have torn before
and so they can so easily break.

What would you tell me
if you thought the world was new?
For some reason
I kick myself to melt the fires,
string up my thoughts to bring you closer,
wind up every time we meet again
and the elastic keeps me running for weeks
For some reason
I only love what always dies,
I try to steal what cannot live.

What would I ask for
if I lived on long-lost breezes,
the stirring of the wind that could write you bare?
I would rip off the horizon, breathe
I am open here for you,
you are still closed.
How much can I give
to get the key?