El Corazón cursivo

All things go.  All things go.  How can it be both of us?  How is it the same?  Who knew there could be a love that is so mutual?  It's teaching me of the love I must love.  And it's a reflection of the love I'm made of.  How can this be true?  How can you want me like I want you?

When you're through with my heart don't tear it apart.  I give it to you and I trust you.

How long will you embrace me?

How long will this face be

so close you can almost taste me?

I'm asleep.

Asleep with words just leaking out.

There's a flood inside, though not of words.

There's a flood inside, I'm full of emotion.

Pick me up in your boat.

I'm drowning in your ocean.

I go crazy and somehow come back again.

I get lazy and work so hard again.

I fall asleep and it's hard to wake up in this reality.

Life is a dream and I imagine I'll wake up soon.

Help.

Don't leave.

Help.

There is love.

Love is enough.

Love is strong.

Love is vulnerability.

Love is like in the shape

of a sideways eight.

Love means yes

we'll wait.

You'll make it.

We'll make it.

I'll make it.

Examine my heart

and try not to scrape it.

It's been battered and bruised,

tattered and torn,

broken to pieces,

and often reborn.

These words are like longhand

from my heart;

they're so intricately connected,

so finely woven together.

They flow so freely

and my heart rolls out.

It's putty on pages

living love in stages,

earning silently its wages,

remembering intently

the words of the sages.

Don't leave.

Don't think.

Don't listen

to the words

not spoken.