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.
