A Heart’s Affirmation

My heart’s memory is indeed short. As it irrationally fears homelessness, it periodically seeks your affirmation. It does long for your embrace, the sweet delicacy of your lips, your ardent intent, to feel the beat of your heart against it, to know the tender eros of your touch, to hear the sirens’ call of your song, to share your heavenly passion, and to know that it remains joined with its forever other.