Suppose your heart

Suppose for a moment

your heart is firmly attached

to your sleeve

would it feel like walking naked

down the street?

Would your exposed self

invite envy of all those whom you've loved,

or who have loved you?

Would parents cover the eyes

of their children

to protect them

from the unexpected radiance

of desire?

If all your inmost wishes dropped

like pennies

on the pavement,

would each passerby feel blessed

on picking one up?

If they could change places with you,

would they?