Heart Phone

Our hearts: our glorious hearts; and burn such light; and fly
Such love. But the moment cries; and dies such darkness.
Such a maze; and spectators cringe; and thus the chatter;
And thus distortion. I touched an angel; and fell a demon;

And earth shattered; and heaven sighed. I thirst your heart:
A riddled flavor; and dance Tai Chi; and volt fire. We
Totter, walk and soar; and so alone; but so many eyes. I
Thought of diamonds and the phone rang; but no one

Spoke; and twilight lives: a winter nightmare; and please:
Capture love. What a soul; and so much sin; and such a
Heart: the brightest friend. I imagine a daily rite—a silent
Chant—a form of yoga; and love breathes; and purgatory
Pleads; and thus, so many prayers; and love listens; and
Love whispers; and love rings the phone.