A Frame Heart

Allowing my

steps on

your benevolent

floorboards

of purple hyacinth. 

Bemused howling

in the walls

with songs of

secrets.  

Singing boards

creaking

the words of

broken dreams. 

Wild gypsophila

and the 

promise of the 

little 

turtle's dance

sang to the 

feral cats 

climbing the 

mountain side. 

Fingertips dancing

on the present

that repackaged 

the past.

Arriving with the 

dream of an

oak rocker filled

with firefly sparks

and cricket 

lullabies. 

Falling down

the miles

of gravel

ripping 

at my skin.

But

I escaped

the triangle 

of your

A Frame heart.