Love

to appreciate the way you are built 
 see 
this place is the ecology of the heart 
though it does not pulsate, slap or slither 
-neither does it squirm 
a space of this and that and how you feel 
what the record shows 
sequence of events 
just like notes 
listen to it lewdly when you are alone 
the voices of people time has blown 
in the caverns of your intimate mind alone 
howling tunnels that blast sand and stone 
 to spray 
like the ocean foam when things blend inexorably 
the tapestries of flavour we weave sensationally 
-from plants and stars and thoughts of love 
for what the heart can not allow to pass in its throbbing 
is nothing to withhold, 
to be alone forever to never speak your mind, 
to be free to paint within the reverie of your intricasy, 
that one might chance upon our sky 
many bows of colour which object affection