THE HEART

As you undress me,
layer by layer.

From starched cotton sheaths,
to silk and sheers.

As you unravel the mysteries within me,
The creases and curves
as free verse poetry.

The highs and lows,
of my doomed chest;
As I inhale and exhale your rustic breath.

Forgive me,
as I part ways through my soul,
Mostly these days,
it's just my body you own.

You may warm me and heat me
and make me moan;
Sadly the heart is still vibrantly cold.

(In Content Picture Credits: Painting Valley)