tapping veins

I draw little hearts on almost everything.
I love sunshine and birds chirping and barefoot walking
You can also hear me howling in the night
singing my song of darkness.
That’s the twins, they say.

I have a great fear
of not baring my soul.
of not exposing the nerve, the marrow,
not offering it up to the wolves.

My heroes are Anais, and Mary
and every other word lover, 
tapping veins- spilling blood, 
Onto paper, that ink hungry canvas who begs.

I came here to be naked.
I came here to love.
I am ready to strip down 
to set myself on fire
That you may catch a glimpse of your splendor
in my burning.
That I may be consumed, 
That I may be set free.