Heart.

Heart.

It opened for you.

Why you,

I will never know.

It rarely did

Before.

A closed book

Is what

I read.

You prised it open,

Broke your

Finger nails.

But never did quit,

Just tried harder.

Kept it open,

Just a little bit,

A hairs breadth wider

Every time.

Even when

It wanted to close.

Like a flower

As the sun

Sets.

And now

It responds

To your touch.

You don’t

Have to say

Very much.

It just needs

The sound

And smell of you.

Your warmth

And patience

Shown,

Through

The wayward

Times.

Never leave,

Or disappear,

Not that trick.

It may never

Recover.

It flutters

Wildly,

Even now.

Stopping and starting,

Alarmingly,

At the very thought.

It wants

To breathe

Your essence

To fold around,

To feel safe

With.

Enjoined,

In perfect

Symmetry.

And together

Make a start,

At beating

A hole

In the world

Fill it

With hope,

And hold it,

Forever,

Whole and complete,

The heat

Of love.

At the heart

Of life.