The Heart is an Organ on Fire




My darling
I am waiting for you
How long is the day in the dark?, or a week ?

We die, we die.
We die rich with lovers and tribes,
Tastes we have swallowed,
Bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers.
Fears that we have hidden in.

I want all this marked on my body,
We are the real countries,
Not the boundaries drawn on maps.

I know u will come and carry me out into the palace of winds,
That’s all I wanted,
To walk in such a place with you, with friends,
An earth with no maps.
The lamp's gone out,
And I am writing in the darkness…….

And I am waiting .....