Two Kinds of Love
First the heart must be filled
Filled with dark, massive, solid blood
Throbbing and splashing out as it is pumped in
Drowning it, speeding it up, wearing the heart away
A high velocity rifle, winged canon ball, heavy pudding.
But then–
Silken pink liquid kissing, caressing, sedating, distilling
wrapping the heart softly
uniting the veins, tissues, myriad layers into one fleshy berry, cotton ball
in which you will hide your dreams coming true at the end of the day
when the heart is fulfilled…
azra
