the beauty of the heart
Look, IT makes me cry, tear drop, pulse we vibe. Pretty rosy reds take my breath make me pump icy blue the beauty of the heart an open canvas. OPEN cut deep -Surgery deep into the psyche. Little Birdie, Little Birdie get me all … tears in my eye that beauty THAT BEAUTY so pretty I cry. Feelings sprinkled from margin to margin barging into each other electromagnetic lightning they vibe. Buzz, buzz prick…thorns bristled- get away! Bristles! Bristles paint dip the toe. Skin rough n’ tough n tumble like a desert plant straw man of the desert strong man of the desert. Desierto deserted te siento. Caterpillar kicked that shell to the curve. Caterpillar spread those wings out brush against those white lady fingers curving long like a calling. Caterpillar spread those wings out way out sway, glide across the canvas like an open heart SURGERY. Beauty you make me selfish. Make me wanna make it all about me. Grab you pin you to my