Our heart makes
Our
Bodies
Mirror
Its desires.
It desires
To find warmth
But it radiates
Such cool
Confidence.
Not even ice
Would
Melt on that
Soft
Skin
Of
Yours.
It evaporates
Like magic
And
The thin
Air
Gets filled with some kind
Of cloud
That makes
It
Quite
Clear
How
Unclear
The situation we are presented
With
Can,
Shall,
Will,
Be.
Is there warmth in our heart
Or our minds?
Will our brain overheat
Or our heart
Stop
To
Beat
The
Heat?
Our heart mirrors
What
Our body
Wishes
To
Show.
The thing is
You have to open
A body
To find
The chest
Of
Gold-Red
Blood
Flowing so uniquely.
Beyond the chest
Is a valley
Of
Secrets,
Waiting to be loosened
But begging to
Stay together.
One wrong move
And the valley
Of
Death
Shall
Do
Us
Part.
Like a river
Of life,
Our heart
Is the
Lake
That brings
Liquid
Gold
To our
Bodies
Every
Crevice.
The question becomes
Does the heart
Want
What
The heart
Wants?
Or do we want
What our heart
Beats
To?
