What Is Left of My Heart

Creation carved you
from earth disguised
you as darkness

moving

in our midst.

How can something
be both beautiful
and disfigured,

so unnatural in
a natural world?

In morning's wild
light I watch you
shrink and sway

hypnotic, afraid,

a mouth of fang
without potency

or poison.

Some images are
shadows, some shadows
visions of another

world;

when evening comes
I tie you to my bed
to keep you

vulnerable
and pure.