“I’ve got a red, hot heart; and your hearts as blue as the blood in your veins.”
–Tracy Chapman
There is a woman
whose throat is a bruise–
a chord of major pain.
There is brine in my eye
and a woman, whose
tongue is an eternal deluge.
There is a hook in the
house of my heart. A light in
in the sea of her throat.
There is a hum in my
veins, a wave, sweeping
me out past the shore.
There is a woman with
blues in her heart. Another,
with her heart in the blues.
