Heart Resuscitation
Let me take you to a cold, black place.
Don’t worry, we’ll go at your pace.
A place that’s shriveled and dead.
No, it’s not a place in my head.
Your beauty will light up the place.
Warmth from you will fill the space.
Warmth from your kindness and
understanding. A real man
would blossom with the touch of it.
It will revive something that won’t quit.
Love would be reborn & thrive.
Like the Phoenix, it would raise
and grow, encompassing us both.
It would be like waking a ghost.
Love, long dead from a tragic past.
Would thrive again, & this time last.
Yes, the cold, black place is my heart.
In my past,—- it was torn apart.
Crushed,—- and presumed dead.
That was until you got into my head.
Please, help me put her out of my heart.
Then, you’ll have me & we will never part.
———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)