in which I return triumphantly
this paltry heart -
[a tattered fragile thing,
several mermaid scales and
butterfly wings, a girl
a city in white.
the scent of roses in water,
pressed petals soft against the lips;
soft bleeding and mute orisons within
saltwater sweat, the rioting breath.
built bruise-on-bruise, a
plum of sweet & bloody flesh;
it roars, thrashes, revolts its pains;
the tempest's fury, the regrets of rain.
it murmurs let the feet run
let the soul scream
let the lungs sob and the skin thrum electric
- its whisper, love, pumps uncontained.
in the end a throbbing wild organ
too proud to bear its cage;
solitary, eccentric,
unable to be civilized,
only gentled, never tamed.
the bitter winter and the
summer sticky, drunk on dreaming;
hot prophetic autumn and the buds of spring:
constellations, in its vaulted chambers,
suffused with meaning.
a kind beggar, owning nothing
wanting simply to give;
it carries gaping faults and few graces,
red within me, my heart]
- belongs to you.
it's pretty bad as poems go, but practice makes perfect i'm not sorry!!!!