My Heart
My heart is a newborn baby cradled in the secret nursery Of my chest Swinging on a breakable bough Often frightened of the dark Until it’s comforted by memories Like the ghost image snapshots Of my mom and dad Who adore me to this day Through the code of Their long ago scrapbook eyes. My heart is a teenage boy Still drunk on the Absinthe of perfume Or the sight of long teenage girl hair Swaying in the hammock Of her naked lower back Whose every dangling gesture can be interpreted By the words I want you too. My heart is a bridegroom Walking the last mile Condemned by commitment Who is suddenly pardoned by the entrance of My barefoot Titania in Queen Anne’s lace Attended by her bridesmaids, Cobweb and Moth Who has come to make tender folly of my fears And whisper the fairy songs of love Which sound like the lullaby tide of a never-ending beach. My heart is a father Whose knees still quiver whenever It hears the word, “Dad” And now it’s a grandpa moved to its core by the pony prance