the fixer

the fixer.
++++++++++

she handed me
her
heart and asked
if
i could fix it.

(no love, but
i
can break it
better
than the last
damn
fool who broke
it First.)

then
her eyes started
telling
stories of a careless
storm
blowing across an
endless
Sea.

and i found
myself laughing
into
the Maelstrom.

(what could this
mean?)

+

and
if i gave you
my
heart love, would
you
pull the "free to a
gentle set of hands"
sticker off?

it's
really just
a
 makeshift
bandage
i
put there to scare
away
angels incapable
of
mending me.

but i'd understand
if
you chose to hand
it
back before your
hands
start freezing!

(then
we could dance this
dance
another small eternity
as
I love you in the dark.)

jsh