Heart’s Journey

Beginning so small,
this mound of tissue,
time's perpetual resuscitation,
life's bellows for passion,
protection's engine of flow.

So simple its form,
this muscle of pulsation,
innocent of harm's way,
liquid breathing of body's dependence,
wanting only to maintain tomorrow's awakening.

Sentries stand guard.
Immunity's breach driven back.
Poisons held at bay.
Health and longevity made secure.

So flickers this flame of flesh,
resisting winds that might extinguish spark
designed impervious for decades to come
until the kiss.

First journey.

Intrusion of passion
begs emancipation of opened heart,
as anguish of unrealized pleasure
hints, but withholds consent.

Rhythms explode,
prying open the chambers of mind,
exposing the unknown magic.

Inner eye bliss.
Distinction
Disruption
Dysfunction
paths arc back on themselves.

Journey two

More kisses
pausing ventricles to stop,
breath taken away,
fantasized glimpses of forever.

Until…

Journeys become obstructed,
become a chaos of choices.

Wrinkles constrict passion's meadow of bliss,
tributaries of spirit becoming dry beds of fossil remains.

Will reason ever concede
to love's unspoken treatise,
heart's hidden secret of survival?

Or

Forever remain but love's monitor,
life's data bank of questions without answers?

How precious the newborn heart.

How precarious its journey.