Of Two Hearts

Harrowing the heart “Will you be my Valentine” she stuttered, lips melting in a heart-shaped blush. “Yes sure” he lushed , clasping her to his clement chest And sure… the red god, collapsing in the west spotted him, arrowing in frenzied abandon the furry labiated heart, wedged tightly between another’s heaving hips . Homing the heart A spotted butterfly flutters breezily towards its nest of whirring wings . A coral train snakes electrified towards its station of expectant workers. And I…. sit here harping on a hapless heart without a home