Hearts

Hearts are newborns they fell asleep in the little cage of the chest. Arms, warm and soft, around the beloved’s body: are swaddling are warm milk are sweet sugar-water are the humming of a song. My newborn is afraid, trembles, in my chest. Swear that you will not cast it away thirsty, hungry, alone, in the corner of some road. Swear that you will never take away this ring of your arm, your lips, from my heart ...