auricle

I once fell in love with the heart of a poet
the systole of his verse
pushing through my mind
like emotional cock

I once desired the heart of a poet
the diastole of my dreams
aching for such devotion
to fill my whole

I once believed in the heart of a poet
until the arrhythmia of truth
revealed that his whispered words
echoed only in my hollow chambers

I now know that the heart of a poet
beating in secret silence
sucks blood hope from my soul
and life from my love

~ ~ ~