If you saw her heart you might mistake it for gold but I know it is the color of sunlight lemons and tangerines the sweet blood of honey the song of the first morning bird
when god asked for light it was her who split open her ribs and it was the radiance of her heart that filled all that was once dark and when god saw her god trembled in awe and wept the first tears of joy
and where gods tears fell all the dreams of love and all the dreams of beauty fell from those tears and they swam out into the empty cosmos
it is there in her chest where the sun gets it color where all light is born from her heart made out of sunshine lemons and tangerines
filling what is empty lighting what is black giving dreams of love giving dreams of beauty giving meaning to everything giving meaning to life all life
I had started this poem once and forgot where I had been writing it (if you read "all life" before I took it down, that was put together from what I remembered of the first draft of this one, which is now a combination of both...