You told me, my love, that you'd carry
my heart (within mine,
you said, I carry your heart with me I carry it in my heart, you said),
that whatever you do, and wherever you go so will I (and oh how you smiled,
with your smug little smirk, so pleased with yourself that
your dimples could burst) and that I was your moon's meanings and your sun's singing that I lit up
your world, (I was beautiful and your world, a beautiful world with a secret,
a petal hidden from view within the petal
of the flower
that grew under the tree of life) and you did not once stop to wonder (and who can but wonder,
for no soul and no hope and no mind can restrain) if I was not enclosed in your heart,
trapped by your loving embrace as you
carried my loves in your own? And
You did not stop to ask whether I wished to act as a world, empty for you to fill up
with your creatures (your words and your grasp and your suffocation of light)
You kept the stars apart with your wonder of the moon's
meaningless glow (which you attributed to me, and how could you
but know that I need not the moon, nor
the sun's songs to shine me as bright as my own)
whatever that meant to you, I do not know
(I do not think, I do not grow)
Ever my heart was in yours, my love,
in chains and constrained by the size of
your heart
whatever was done to me was only your doing (for you carry my heart with you –
you carry it within your heart)