The Unlockable Heart

Your heart is a Morpheus Dilemma

pumping and pumping and heating life.

It is as if a thousand doors have been opened around it

to let everybody in

-and out-

Your heart is unlockable

and even if you wanted to

the keys are walled in oblivion fortresses

to defend everybody who dares

who dares, indeed, to ask for a real smile from you

to crave a real kiss.

Oh, you give so many my dear, in the thousands,

to everybody,

every moment,

but all these kisses and smiles and hugs,

hiss through the wide-open doors.

Because your heart is unlockable

and I stand before you all these years

thinking I am the one

but I am in the middle of an eternal queue of men waiting.

I am sure once you waited too, in another queue.