Hearts

We got old hearts,
moss-covered stone over cavities of black,
between us and the fall


Gold hearts,
hardest of them all; water cannot wear
away despite the dampened cold


bold hearts, you'd whisper in my mouth
and I'd vacuum in your call,
turn your trembling flesh to bone,


alternate.


untold hearts
ne'er-hold hearts,
bullet-holed hearts

paper-fold hearts


easy-sold hearts;


and we cover our mouths with moth-eaten shrouds
white dust fluttering like powder from
a butterfly's wing-



what use is a heart when it's eaten with mold