The heart
The heart wants what the heart wants, The fluttering and flashing, The choking and reviving. It wants the open lipped stare, The warm, rough hands, On cold marble, Chiselling and binding, Colouring and demanding The stitched eyebrow, The sweat and blood, It wants to devour, It wants to destroy Reckless and elusive, Making ties, breaking ties The thrust, the pull, The spin, the twirl, These shifting sands... The heart festers many wounds, It wants to heal, it wants to grow, It wants to look beyond itself But sometimes it's a demon, A giant that wants to conquer new lands Burst out of its confines, It travels and flows, Through many minds, Till it finds a temporary home There it stays, day and night, An uninvited guest, Clouding thoughts, consuming, Always wanting more It doesn't care whose house this is, Whether it's small or old It shakes and boulders Confuses and bewilders Till it's exhausted to the bone Then it goes back, A ho