Happy Valentine’s Day

Here’s two poems about hearts

Located in the chest, somewhere

between the lungs
and slightly to the left,
this muddle mass of bleeding ache
this muddle filled with mitre gates
this pump
to redistribute 
the energy for breath

located
in the chest
somewhere        between the lungs
and slightly to the left 
barrier to head  farrier to heart
functions without conscious    while I rake
to find the time when it was mended, 
seek my interlocuter,
rhythm redolent of antirrhinum 

back forth
tick tock
heart beat

heart 

beat.

located in the chest
somewhere 
between the lungs and slightly
to the left
this heated heart of argument of 
flashing eye, of stinging slap, of failed child
a one way door to stop 
me flowing backwards

located in the chest somewhere 
between the lungs and slightly 
to the left 
this hollow mass of muscle	
 
another		
fragile		
breath. 
When I think of my heart (these are the beats that made me)

I think of a mess and a mass;
blood pumped this way and that,
bruises, purple and red.
Yellow fat lingers, legacy of weak will,
descries its moment to strike.

When I think of my heart

I think of a mess and a mass;
hidden under guise of the ox—
quiet - beats just enough,
no flicker – neighbours might see
Flutter of panic or pain.

When I think of my heart

I think of a mess and a mass;
spaghetti junction.
Lives cannon in, disturb,
abandon,
leave scorch lines
so deep it falls still.

When I think of my heart

I think of a mess and a mass;
rhythm soothe beat of the sea.
Tempo, euphony
deepen my song—
sung low to you
who loved me.

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