Frumping

My heart is hiding and demanding to be seen at the same time

Crying that no one sees it

But eye contact is a two way street

My heart refuses to look at other hearts

My heart fears it won’t see what it wants

My heart trying to run around

Acting fierce and pretty

Frolicking in places that want it

A freedom

For a heart to go fractal

As the only means to really feel into itself

In actuality

The energy really comes

From knowing

Hoping

That at some point in time

The two hearts

Can just be comfortable

Together