soft rain on hot stone
your hand on my heart
essential actions
Heart
if the brain
if the brain is the locus of thinking
the belly the organ of loss
the heart must be focussed on loving and leaving
approaching mountains to conquer and bridges to cross
I stayed awake
I stayed awake
all night
to ensure my heart
did not burst into flames
in the morning
the clouds were red
seeing – finally seeing
running
thought free
one’s heart travels
to where one longs to be
my guiding star
my guiding star may be low
below the horizon
may disappear
at the rising of the sun
may fall unnoticed
from my conscious mind
but always and forever
it is there that I shall run
my house is open
my house is open
to sunlight
to moonlight
to the breeze from the sea
my house is open
to the song of cicadas
to the laughter of children
to the rustle of palms
my house is open
my hearth is open
my heart is open to all
You touched
You touched your cheek to mine
your skin
your mask
my mask
my skin
My heart fluttered
we were distant
we were distant
but our hearts quickened the same
blood pumped
sweat ran
in my mind
I breathed your breath
My dashboard lit up
My dashboard lit up
like a Christmas tree roadside
when my mechanic arrived.
Lay your head
Lay your head on my chest and
listen
A second and a half is a long time between
beats
So many thoughts fly by before the
reassurance
But I am here
and will be here
counting out slow
eternity
with you
