Heart

It is dark near Heart.
From here, it can watch Mind scurry.

Heart retreats from it's Mind-watching
To enjoy the blood pulsing through.
It is lonely now.
Mind is always busy, alive,
So many things to do.
Heart is alone, in it's solitary place.
It can only perform one operation,
And that is to love.

What happens when Heart is rejected?
It's sole purpose, it's reason for existence,
Put down so quickly with a shake of the head?
Heart sits growing dusty with it's
Months of misuse, beating for the hope that tomorrow
Love will reappear.

Mind becomes adjusted to the rhythm
Of Heart.
Lonely, lonely, so lonely and quiet..

And then she appears.

Heart bubbles and boils with excitement.
It ignores Mind completely.
Heart makes it's own decisions,
Especially when they concern her.

Heart stutters and spins,
Soaking in every moment with her.
The shadows are blinded
By showers of glorious light...

I kindly oblige to my sputting heart,
Breathing in close to her.
The scent wafts down,
Filtering through my lungs,
Sliding into my blood stream,
And, finally, coursing sweetly through my heart...

Heart shudders in delight.
It is a drug, a narcotic.
Heart can bear however many hours it takes
Until she appears again
Because it now has that scent,
Circulating throughout my body,
Getting fainter with every sigh..

Heart has found it's Love.