A heart,
stoppered,
so quick and quite,
shrivels fast,
fits large,
on the loom of night.
Frame it,
in your other mind,
as love seeps out,
upon a sigh,
out goes the rush,
breathes slow within.
A heart,
crushed,
prickles and licks,
lost starlights,
lining the darkness,
behind lonely eyelids.