For The Heart Is All! - Poem by William Jackson
My friend said, 'So, it is about sex then? '
'It has never been about sex, ' I said.
'Then- - what are we talking about? '
'Matters of the heart! '
'It's about the heart? '
'It has always been about the heart, ' I said.
'You're screwed up, ' she said.
'Yes, most likely.'
'No, you're messed up; crazy! '
'Perhaps so, ' I said.
'No, you are! ' she said,
and I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about.'
'Love and scar tissue! ' I said; 'Multiple contusions! '
'Emotional scar tissue? ' she asked.
'Yes. But, I've left it behind.'
'I still don't know what you're talking about, ' she said.
'There was a time-I thought I could never love anyone, '
A time when I could not feel a thing! '
'But now? ' she asked.
'Now I feel it all! '
'I still don't understand what you are talking about, ' she said.
'To love- to feel; she is pure intoxication! '
'But what if she doesn't love you back? ' she asked.
'It doesn't matter; I love her! '
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