New Hearts by the Fire of Fresh Starts

Oct. 24th, 2018

Now a part of another set of new hearts

Some open, some broken

And all attune to some new idea of what’s their true token

Out front again to a fresh night

Where I can finally feel the Fall wind

Take it in

See the likes of a life as a new friend

It’s hands are warmer than the former

But the rough lines feel coarse and fine

And it makes me move in

Give a quick trust to it’s soft silhouetted skin

Offer a brief taste of myself as more than kin

See she told me once,

“She couldn’t tell if I was some sort of lost brother

Or maybe the breath of a fresh lover”

To which I answered quick with

A brisk thrust to it’s lips

Pressed honest prayers

That a care could ever conceive of a man

Who wouldn’t leave the righteous right of passage

We all perceived this game of love to be