Heart Roots

Beginning so small,
this seed of tissue,
time's perpetual resuscitation,
life's bellows of hunger,
protection's engine of flow.

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

Sepals as sentries stand guard,
immunity's breach driven back,
poisons held at bay,
health and longevity made secure.

So flickers this flame of growth’s purpose,
resisting winds that might extinguish spark
designed impervious for decades to come,
until the kiss,
when the heart blossoms,
intrusion of passion
begs emancipation of emerging bud
as anguish of unrealized pleasure hints,
but withholds consent.

 
Pistil and stamen explode,
prying open the chambers of mind,
exposing the unknown magic of inner eye bliss,
distinction,
disruption,
dysfunction.

Passion pauses…

Cravings bring ventricles to a stop
taking breath away,
glimpses of forever

Held for the moment.

Until…

Roots become impatient,
become a chaos of entwinement,
phrenzy constricts passion's meadow of bliss,
tributaries of spirit risk becoming dry beds of fossil remains.

As the heart opens,

this rare,

this complexity of life that at times

begs reason to concede
to love's unspoken treatise,
heart's hidden secret of survival,
forever remaining but love's monitor,
life's data bank of many unanswered questions.

How precious the tenacious heart.