I harvested this youth
Inside an old jar
Filled to the brim with yellow liquid
It shone the bright light of eternity
Exhumed from it the laughter of a care-free child
I think it was I who bled these imperfections
In the depths of this forest I searched
For a mortal heart
That convulsed
Jerked in an agitated state
Panicking
As it was placed in the fleshy palm
Of my hand
I squeezed in a rhythmic beat
Attempting to restore a balanced tranquility
Creating a plastic model
Of Passion
Lust
Jealousy
Love
They danced around inside of me
Shooting through the veins in my arm
Traveling with my blood
Reaching the tips of my fingers
Changing shape in the form of a sigh
As they released through skin
Entered Into air
Into central organ
Altering the ecstatic insanity
Of my lovely heart
Into an oxygen-collaborating life form
Sprouting from it a few jagged bones
That morphed into a rib cage
Shielding the object from harm
A chest and a stomach
Like fast-growing tree branches
Legs appeared
Shoulders
Arms
A neck holding up a head
A head containing dark solar-system eyes
Which held within them
The secret key to planetary motion
A mouth
Red-raspberry lips that twisted and stretched
An imperfect arrangement of teeth
An erotic tongue
This heart of mine
If wound in a clock-wise direction
Could grow limbs and create a mind
A mind I can disappear into