Heavy Hands Ink

Erik Estabrook

The Heart-

If you testify and suare it by your heart,
then maybe i’m not just banging my head against the wall,
 
I wear it and suare upon my heart,
someday we’ll both become our song,
 
I hear twilight birds in turquoise light above,
singing out their hearts for love’s song,
 
a solitary bird I’ve become,
but everyone needs shelter sometime,
 
I’ll tuck you in under my wing, my love
and this heart will swell up like the moon full of richness,
 
name our love and it’ll be named,
pick the fabric and it’ll be hewn,
pick the tempo and I’ll give it rhythm,
 
testify by the heart and never lie to the heart,
and I’ll be there poeting our love.