You drew a heart on a Post-it Note, and posted it on my heart.
The gentle thrill,
How your fingertips feel,
Pressing this proof firmly in place,
Tears race down my face,
And in my mirror's reflection I see,
No, no, no longer my inadequacy,
But now an identity,
You've lovingly bestowed upon, and brought forth in me.
It's like me...but not me,
It's like it's me...but a FREE...ME!
A simple heart on mine,
The two, in syncopated rhythm, beating intertwined.
The shaking created by the pounding,
A resurfacing, a resounding...
A dream, in a place where dreams cowered, formerly forbidden...
Uncovered, unearthed, undeniably now...unhidden!
A banishing of barreness, a resurrection, a resuming,
I'm intrigued by the flames' habitude of sustaining, while concurrently consuming!
Imposing hedges that stood between,
Myself, and the Unseen.
Indomitable, this passion surpasses,
A barrier...diminished to ashes.
This passion now knowing free reign,
These flames burn, untamed.
But in my ear,
A whispered fear,
It's certainly been displaced, erased, defaced...
And my finger reaches to my chest and I retrace.
Finding on the skin above pericardia,
An identifying mark,
Mark, what am I saying? No! It's ART!
Composed in ink, inexpungible,
Undefiled it remains...the same,
Only now...more defined.
More recognizable, I find.
Not that transitory paper, but on my heart a brand, a tattoo...
Engraved upon me, but whose ink-filled needles' pain, you knew.
I've lost myself, but in the losing, I've discovered,
The reality of me, this true me, you've uncovered.
My heart is yours.