to explore

if I traveled the mountains that make up your heart
do you think you would you feel
my foot upon the moss
that grows in your left ventricle

would it be okay if
I couldn't resist plucking a bunch of lilacs
while hiking your aorta
or caused some rocks to fall traversing 
your right atrium?

I could spend years 
wandering these peaks and valleys 
swimming these lakes and creeks 
resting under the pine trees spread across your vena cava
my hair covered in your sap