Friday, December 27

Heart, Collapse

Hearts feather,
Candied coats endure the weather
Of all tasting tongues
Out for licks,
Or kicks,
Or sugar lapses.

Hearts weather
What tests their tethers,
Holding hard to 
Chocolate sweets,
Chunks or bars or other treats,
Or pies, perhaps.

Hearts tether,
Batter into leather,
Sticking to grief
Or the back of teeth,
Overriding what's brief,
Blueprinting new maps.

Hearts leather,
Vessels congeal into feathers.
Overcrowded, they age,
With death align
Their saccharine design.
Then, heart, collapse.

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