Strange-heart, will you listen a moment
To the things I have forgotten

Like how my name sounded in your mouth
And how all the plans we made

Melted away in the heat
Hot as I imagined your mouth to be

Distant-heart, you’ve been all over
While I stayed just here

I haven’t waited for you in years
And your hair’s gotten longer

Trust me now like you did before:
You look as lovely as the day I met you

And just as ruinous. Sun-heart,
When I think of everything wrong with me,

I think of you
But I never think of you.

My knuckles remember you
Like blood and rain on concrete

Love-heart, sweet-heart, no heart
I had no heart

I wanted yours: covetous, beseeching me
A beggar with one prophet

Or: I wanted to live there inside you
In the fantastic mechanism of your watercolour heart

Painted green as moss and fern
And pale like a doll

Sometimes, I dreamt of myself
A golden leaf in your whirlwind heart

But when I am held by arms made of air
Am I really held at all?

Storm-heart, heart of my heart,
I forgot how it felt to crash into concrete

From a height such as you