[ Love ] The Heart of Most Matters What

          
Valves open at muscle's flexing---            
what you yearn for unawares          
is a threshhold giving way to corridors          
freshly lined with coagulating experience         
           
---invitation to become immersed          
in an upstream of who you could be          
           
while the who you are is tugged free            
from dry docking into wild abandon          
without benefit of compass or clue          
as to where you will end up consoling            
aching sole          
           
The Heart wants            
     what the Heart wants          
           
never itself subject to any breaking       
---not even that of the metaphorical;          
its beat rarely if ever faltering on feet          
steadily indifferent to your          
                
      succumbing to discouragement          
of lagging behind, ready to wave          
the white flag in defeat and retreat          
on all fours as if a loyal dog beaten          
           
     or          
           
     dusting self off before firmly taking          
wheel in hand, stalwart with lucid intent          
to sail toward horizon of Dream;          
           
and even then in Things' Grand Scheme          
you very well may travel full circle          
ending up precisely where you began          
in familiar chambers of wanting          
           
as Heart impatiently takes your hand            
again, while you are wiser this go around      
     
     
     
but not really