My Heart,
a pulsing red mass of veins
and arteries
surrounded by golden auras of emotion…
yes that…
It is peeled back
to the core
and once, again,
I lift myself off the floor
broken by my own doing
wanting the potential of more
I am so ready to be taken
my flesh incarcerated into yours
I am so ready for love
to cherish and be adored
Right now I feel sore and bruised
my marriage bed
empty in its occupation
I am raw
with longing
torn up in frustration
Beats of love pulse through me
wanting to be expressed
longing for release
for give and take
at its best
I want those rhythms
to freshly enter my soul
and, though maddened by my
                               own derelict passion
know freedom is my goal

One day, I whisper to myself, rocking
the crimson ***** tenderly,
One day this will come
This ever full love I deserve
In the meantime
I rise, and fall, and rise again
My heart's ancient descent
into self-knowledge
and care
so expertly preserved