Spinning

Bring that heart of yours over here
because I want to break it into a thousand pieces
and walk over the pieces slowly
like someone arriving too early for dinner.

Bring here that heart that beats out of rhythm
because it knows it will get lost in my eyes
that bring defeat tied to brightness
and they know that there is never a winner.

Bring that unprepared heart of yours here
and put it on the operating table
and hand me the scalpel and give me the tweezers
to be able to turn it over as one punishes a sinner.

Bring your heart without opacities here
that I want to pierce it and let it leak
all the promises you believed
even before morning broke inner.

It's exactly what you've said between the minutes
that are counted in the turns of my brain spinner.