I think this one needs no explanation.

Everything Inside

Everything inside me
heart, soul, blood, insestines and all
yearn to reach out to you, they fight to go to you
they rip their way outside me but they fall
and become the first lines of this poem.

My brain is unsure whether to protest or not;
there is just not enough space within my skull for it
and so much of you that it actually
loves sharing the tiny space with.

I am learned in biology, you see--
I know if one can stretch all the nerve cells in his body
end to end, he can touch the moon and then back Earth.
My nerve cells are all in the process of
unfurling and moving out and connecting
so that they can go out and find you in the night
and touch your soft moonlit skin