hearts glow within the night
and wither against the day

a blushing ocean lying
underneath fraudulent eyes
and trapped within steel bars,
masqueraded arms
of glinting moonlight
a porcelain poison

shield a beating sensitivity!
there’s a certain kryptonite
to the stubborn stare,
the attentive, obstinate glare
of honest sunlight

you must not look too deep
or too long
the heart may lie
even to it’s motherly skin

it is there
and
it is beating

what more do you need?