Heart’s Voyage
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 emotion
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 ecstasy,
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 will the center of life’s ecstasy
forever remain but love's monitor,
vivacity's data bank of questions without answers?
How precious the newborn heart.
How precarious its voyage.
Love ya!
Jane
Loved your word choice here, luminous and vulnerable lines.