What Heart Knows

What Heart asks for. Thread for the needle. Words for the water. Meat for the bone. The heart asks for substantial blood. The heart asks quietly, because no heart wants to hear itself. The heart is a folding explosion. The heart is denied its attachments, because the heart might get pulled from it's station. The heart is a stranger to the ribs who cage it. The heart has a language that rhymes every word and every breath. The heart is the dread under the breast. The heart is tenderly smiling and violently thrusting. The heart is too big for the soul. The heart never leaves. The heart wants to stop. The heart beats itself to death.