The Heart Has No Bottom

Nor a top,
It is not an
Enclosure, a pen, a cell, a jail.

It is not bottomless.
It is neither round, oblong, it is not even
Heart-shaped.

The heart is shapeless,
A constant cloud bending to loves windy direction,
Reshaping as needed.

The heart is just a notion,
But its power,
Sense-stationary, sensational.

You move about the streets of life,
The heart, prowling for more,
It can only add, never subtract.

The heart, just a metaphor,
For the essential oils of life,
Which need absorption constant.

My heart but a notion, ill defined
It is love without boundaries,
Thank me not from the bottom, or the top,
Just
Come visit me, inside, stay as long as you can,
Within whatever you wish to call it, or
Wish to shape it...

I, uncap it, call it,
**Amor-phous.