To My Other Heart

It's the broken smile of someone watching other people smile

You fixed, the sore dry throat, cracked and dismissed

Whisps of moments stood back as new ones were written

As the slow trickle of honeyed desire slid deliciously down

Treasured like a single stranded cob web

So I could put into words, that I wanted to talk to you, fuck with you

Share days with you, months with you

Mellowed soothing, hushed, secret whispered tones

Half remembered forgotten memories retraced

Against my palm

That hand on my back, that hand is my other heart

And I felt every stroke that was bestowed solemnly to my core

When you touched me, you were touching deeper than my wanting skin

To the twisted sinews that the tiger boasted, to the burnt out veins

Carrying burnt out blood

And time will never heal this wound that my other heart requested

But I'd never ask the pain to end

And end all else beside it

A many layered gift, signed, from life to me

I need to send this back to you, to my other heart

Unwrap me