For M.F.
The skies were starless but the moon shone
The air had let the skins gone cold
The water had fake waves in the four corners
And there it was, the warm beating of a heart.
It never chose whom to beat for,
It just happened without prior notice,
It led the body to move about,
The feet to walk towards directed paths.
The heart pounded to the tune of the lasts
That made the feet to where it landed,
And the body couldn’t seem to relax
Until the lips had spoken the contents of the heart.
As the starless sky continued to darken,
As the air and the towels had dried the skins,
As the water curdled and stilled and curdled again,
There it was, the warm heart, exposed and honest.
It would be the smiles, not the concealment,
It would be the laughter, not just the confession,
It would be the immortal words, not the expressions alone
That made the heart cherish that night the most.
Krizelle R. Talladen
March 17, 2011
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