No hands doth a heart have
How then can it hold love
carry burdens heavy
or touch another’s
This vessel which feels
passion, pain, love
without end of depth
hath no need of these
nor limbs of any sort
for it holds, carries,
touches, feels in ways
hands could never
unless they turn to ash
Damaged or broken
still it beats on
physically whole
the shattering silent
to ears and eyes
while longing
for hands
to hold it
