My snakes
My jewels
My Heart
How cruel
-
My litany
My deeds
My Heart
Actions prove.

My snakes
Circle in spirals
Circle incessantly
I wonder if they tangle.

My jewels gleam in the dark
Like a shocking white spark
But cold rocks warm
Cold hearts.

My Heart bleeds
I need gauze
To pack the wound
So the blood can pause.

Words mean nothing
It's what we do in the
Morning.
It what we do with warning
And how we hold when
In mourning.

How we hold up the deeds
And work when
Work makes us bleed.
It's about the Heart
Behind the action.

The smile on a pained face,
It's the Heart.