The Open Heart

I forget sometimes
to tell the story
behind the words.
That the words themselves
are less important
than what lies between
and under and behind.
Translucent, transparent
And you,
Can you see my heart open?
Its various chambers lie there
waiting to open with a touch
a word
a gesture---
Sometimes just the smell of you---
I inhale your scent from your pillow
After you have gone to work.
Do you know that?
I open to the scent of you..
That is love.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012
