Second-Hand Heart.

It has been
bruised, hurt, broken, crushed, torn
and thrown up and down the curves
of extreme emotion.


It has been set aflutter by meaningless words
and stilled to silence by unkind touches.

It has longed for fairytales
but not given up Hope with everyday realities presented to it.

It has questioned Humanity and then
fallen in wonder at the greatness of Creation.

I bring my Second- hand heart to you
in humility and abjection.

There are some scars on the surface
and frays at the seams.

But it loves you with all its beating power
You are the reason it wants to be redeemed.

I implore you-
Treat it kindly.
.

Forever.

Send me roses
and silver boxes of
star-stuff
and I will love
you  more for it.
Swing me from the highest bark
of a worn-out age-old Oak
that tunnels its roots into the dark soil-
the same way you clawed through the
frost of my dark heart.
Kiss me hard as we stand in the eye of a sandstorm
or the turbulence of families.
Hold me close when I stumble
in doubt of tomorrow
or a bad trip.
Let me be a part of you
in equal as you are a part of me.
Etch words like 'Destiny', 'Rose' and 'Time' on my palm.
Let Forever start now.