My heart has a mind of its own

My heart has a mind of its own

and turns itself into stone

when all the loving I have given

remain unnoticed or forgotten

for the wellspring of faith

dries up, too

as the walls of trust

crumble

like my balls

after an ejaculation

and my penis beaten so hard

on a hot silver plate

of masons

who thought they are building heaven

from my own misery.

But my heart

has a mind

of its own.

15 September 2007

Love’s essence escapes me