Post-It Note

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,



Untouchable,



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.