my incubating heart

My incubating heart

Thumps

Gurgles

A secret rhythm

I feel

As it draws blood

One way

Then

The other

            A pulley of sorts

There is technique

To its perfect

Creation

All that

Strives toward the mind

Passes through the heart

Every word

            Served

                        All Love

                                    Deserved

            What voice does it have

                        As it moves in the chest?

                        Its voice is a dance

                                                My hands

                                                Around your waist

                        Its voice is a quickening

                                    Known to destroy

                                    Silence

                                                A song made manifest

                       

                        Yes

It is heard

                                    At times

                                                Through tongues of fire

                                                Sounds

                                                            Always

                                                Of desire

                                                            Willed

                                                            Fulfilled

                                                            Until all is wet

                                                                        And still

In this quiet glow

            This private warmth

           

I think

I heard it say your name

I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist