Your heart is swelled
like a pink grapefruit,
full and ripe.
I want to leave a bite everlasting.
My heart is confined
like a glass of water
not yet spilled upon the world.
Our hearts are rare
like glimmering stones,
one diamond and one pearl,
yours more valued than mine.
But how silly of me
to compare hearts in such ways.
A heart is only an object,
twisting blood in the veins
like a reckless tornado
gusting frail reason away.
