Heart Paths
Can we perpetuate the pleasure felt
When moved by our spirit
Heart in motion can be balanced
Like a wheel it makes tracks.
Countless ages have formed roads
Where hunger has beaten a path
Whether to tree or honeycomb
Or shelter of a lover’s arms
Waiting on the back porch swing
Not knowing the time of arrival
Anticipation is a fever unbroken
Burning and tingling with quiet fire
Corralling our emotions for moments
Expectations as high as the stars
Knowing from experience
That the heart rules all.
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