Sonnet #227

oh my pigeon heart where will you fly

When eggshell-colored skin cracks open bleeds

And shakes, and surgeons come for all they need

And my pigeon heart will leave me to die

And carry on a pulse in another’s chest

Will it be a monster or a man, will they love

One another as I have loved you, and move

Together when the dancing starts, try their best

Will the pigeon heart be soothed? And how long?

How many caverns can carry a heart, someday,

 will organs pass down like a children’s song

Learned at cradles, returned to cradles to play

Another round, hearts passing down where wrongs

In air collect, but my pigeon heart is strong — it stays