The Heart's SecretA Poem by Wessik"That fleeting moment before a declaration of love."
This beating muscle tissue
has locked away a piece of watered, wrinkled parchment. And every time It nears the man who tips his lofty feathered cap, and smiles when meeting me, my panicked heart retreats, afraid he'll see easily. With calm discussions underneath that mighty oak on top the knoll, I find my heart so desperately wanting to unfold that secret, locked inside a cage of ribs.
© 2012 WessikAuthor's Note
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Added on January 10, 2012 Last Updated on January 10, 2012 AuthorWessikSan Antonio, TXAboutI am a tall brown spruce tree that seeks to know the heavens. I live in the wilderness, with Coyotes and Dogs, and I love the beauty of a woman's skin. My beard is long, and prickly as a cactus. Wh.. more..Writing
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