Her heart was a wild poem
that bleed beautifully
through the skin of her chest

and you could feel it beating
out a rhythm of gentle kindness
that knew too much
about love and loss

their was a touch
of madness and folklore
in the unseen colors
of its song and pulse
he was hypnotized
by its seductive charm
of witchcraft

he was helpless to do anything
but walk into its flames and fire
and he felt no pain
as his body burned down
to cinder and ash and smoke

until he became part
of the wild poem
that made up
the whole of her heart
and her love