a poet lives in my heart
caged
well-fed
not well-tended
a poet lives in my heart
her song fills my spirit
gives me wings to fly
yet grounded
I remain
a poet lives in my heart
desperate
yet content
warm hands
lips pressed to my soul
a poet lives in my heart
and the moment I set her free
is the moment
I disappear
(c) Xaka León 2013