Tattooed Heart

Tattooed tears rest on my heart,
distinguish a pulse and its skin apart.
Dry and stain as you age then to fade,
shade in the lines and crevice you've made.
Relief for the eyes I forbid you to be,
so puddle the soul, where no one can see.
Thicken the fortress and skin of the veins,
for too well I know, you'll besiege me again.
But meekly I posses the endurance I'll need,
to extinguish your fire, to poison the weed,
though easy a task I'm assured it is not,
to relieve all the aching, to diminish the clot.
But when I leave my heart, over worn, and tattooed
marked by tears I left uncried and unviewed,
It'll stil be beating ever steady, ever true
Waiting for me to come home overdue.
Home to color the tears over with bliss,
home at last to make honest art out of this.

As the Current Carries the Shell

My dear, you came in with the tide,
the white shell amongst soft dark sand.
You hid a time, your home the current,
forever moving,
forever floating through the tow of an underwater wind.
My dear, you were buried deep,
but I looked for you, my treasure.
I polish, refine you,
in return you make my world more beautiful.
Your sea glass eyes entrance me,
leave me hypnotized by their gentle tug on my soul.
Time comes to us, then leaves us,
like the fullness of the moon,
and just so, it promises to come back.
My dear you'll have to go soon,
back to the never ending drift of the sea,
but I'll keep a steady pull on your captivated heart,
just as the beach pulls on it's waves,
just as the fisherman balances his line,
until you drift back to the bay.
I'll keep the shell, my treasure, guarded
and when the current carries you home,
I'll be waiting patiently there in the sand.