My heart wears yellow sunglasses.
My heart wears satin in blues, wears all the hues
of a flower garden bloomed in finger and paint.
My heart wears galaxies in shades of bruise.
My heart wears cedar faces, my heart chases places
magical and strange, my heart wears card games.
My laughing heart laughs, wears song after song
until my heart sleeps and music plays on.
My heart wears long into the night.
My heart wears dizzy the flesh and scent of orange.
My heart wears dizzy in love.
My heart wears wind, wears sand, wears stars,
wears the thousand tail lights of a thousand cars.
The thigh of my heart wears fire;
the hip and shoulder of my heart wears plum.
My heart in my mouth wears desire,
my heart moans slick with desire,
my heart wears my mouth,
but my heart goes north while I go south.
My heart wears away like away is a dress,
and my love for my heart is not little or less
for my heart being elsewhere and away.
My heart will wear yesterday until yesterday becomes
the next day I hold my heart in my hands again
and kiss the lips of my heart
and the throat of my heart,
until I wear my heart and my heart wears me again.