A Poet's Heart
Deep within the cavity chest
You’ll find its striding place
Safely tucked away
To live once more – each day:
to note the passing seasons
autumn’s rise and fall of spring
the winter’s beast that howls
the summer’s hot, hot winds.
where there is love and fantasy
where kisses never end
where tangled sheets breathe fire
as lovers twist and bend.
in scraped knees
a howling dog at moonlight
where catfights cringe the skin.
when letters from a long, lost friend
bring tears, and sniffles, and grins.
when words fail others
when feelings are lost
where communication ends . . .
a poet’s words begin.
a poet’s heart beats fire
it beats of truth, aspires
in every face, on every land . . .
it beats fierce – with Ayer!
*Ayer (Spainsh for yesterday)
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