Unraveling #HouseOfHeart ❤️


When I miss you

I become so small my body

could fit into the heart of a

sea bird begging salt with

its pulpy tongue.  The scent of

sandalwood remains in a discarded

shirt tossed over a bed post where

I return and return.

The clouds unravel and tears rain

down in shades of eventide.

Keep me close in your heart like

the beating of a rhythmic railway

traveling snow covered alps

or the black tar of far off foothills.

Unraveling