Let’s not talk about the heart.
We know the heart is never
in charge really;
it’s just
a good metaphor
for how the head
first grooves with
then wars with
the genitals.  

Perhaps there’s a structure within
that holds court when we sleep?
Not quite brain or groin,
perhaps a fulcrum between them?
Dreams after all do seem often
to teeter upon something…

so if we call that balance point “heart,”
are we at all impoverished?
For instance, if
I keep a dream of you
on the point of balance I call
my heart,
am I a fool for believing
my heart will stop moving
without you?

Here I am
speaking of the heart 
as I said I would not…
but as in waking life
it races all the time
for your presence,

I suppose it can’t be helped.