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
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.
sit here harping on a hapless heart without a home