THIS HEART THAT BEATS / A HUNDRED BIRDS FLUTTERING

This heart that beats
inside my breast
with a hundred birds fluttering
to free their crests,-
Swells and tides
to set them free,
to burgeon open
and kiss your lips lively;
and to bathe your lips,
your face, with love,
with arms around
your waist alcove;
to hold you close,
to hold you near,
to hold you enclosed,
to hold you dear,
to call you 'My Love,'
and never set you free;
from my arms,
so you can be in love, with me.

Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 12/24/07 (3 AM of the 25th)
love = kisses
alcove = welcoming

--> Have been reading Faust, Goethe -- Arndt translation. Influenced by good rhyming.