would you eat my heart

If I died would you eat my heart. When the noose around my neck snags skin, and blood clings to the beads of my rosary, would you kiss them clean- with blood on your lips would you return the blush to my cheeks. Would you use the the cerise of my mouth to christen me. Would you count the freckles I never could reach, the blood on your fingertips marking the ones you’ve seen. Would you eat my heart, would you love it for me. When my body cools and the blood on my skin is dried, would you hold me, would you let your tears soften the cracks in cherry flesh and let my blood drip again. Would you love me. Would you rip the wings from your spine and sew them onto me, stitch the feathers through me. Would you paint them white after I’ve stained them red, would you eat my heart after I’m dead.