Born in the Air, Reaching for the Ground

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Please Take It

Please take it. I want you to have it.
This heart is useless beating in my breast.
It rots.
It tosses with wild spinnings.
(Lodestone seeking,
Never finding.)
But you it likes.
It purrs.
It stares.
It paces.
It holds its wild breath. 

These ribs were never more cagelike 
Than while I wait for you to know
(Like I do)
That this heart belongs with you.


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