House of Heart
In my infinite smallness
looking out across the ocean
my arms are albino snakes
basking in the sun and the
hot earth burns the soles of
my bare feet.
A treasure of pearls are strewn
stardust across the sand and
this garland around my wrist is
tied to nothing but my hand.
I am the universe lending life
to silent rock as the sun streams
down my throat where there is no voice.
A child’s laughter rings through honeyed
coves where lost lovers wait for the tide
to tumble them into the golden light.
Beneath my feet, a carpet of Jacaranda
and my empty hands carry no burden but love.
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