Root Poem by Midnight Clarity

heart eased fine tendrils out
to taste the soil
and, acupuncture thin,
the needles wove a pattern
that read love into being.

heart sighed and built more
heartstrings that rang
in minor chords and major
all notes that wove a pattern
inviting love to dance.

heart smiled and bled one teardrop
and turned the patterns red
with pulse and fire, with passion
outside the lines of patterns
and surged back into life.