Would you memorise my anatomy?

Is it possible to unstitch myself?
Could you do it for me if my attempt fails?
Take out this black thread which gets
deeper and deeper into my flesh
without cutting it and turning it to a pile of lint.
Would you be able to handle the scissors
with a tailor’s skill, keeping my skin safe
for as long as it takes?
Could you endure the sight of my bones
when they are no longer hidden?
But above all, will I still be beautiful with my body open?
And when you have finished,
would you have enough strength left to look even closer
maybe take off your glasses,
so that there are no more lenses to correct perception?
Memorise my anatomy
and the rhythm of the pulse I rely on to stay alive
Would you then be so kind as to stitch me back
with whatever colour you like.

(July. 2011)