If you can love me

There's a space between my stomach and my breath.
It carries a chain with Amore written in gold leaf.
It sheafs my heart in golden bundles of words.
That once shard all touch.
It softly asks me to pursue.
So that it's song can start anew.
Dreams fill its cells where pains hands grow few.
Like ribbon it gets notched, bruised and scuffed.
It asks if you will call its bluff.
And see what it is holding in there.
What nourishing chards it has to share.
It is where the honest sun lands.
Its purch on praying hands that would be set free.
It wonders if you can love me.