Poetry by Tracy Marks

Song of My Heart

(Prose-poem, also rewritten as a poem)
copyright 1987 by Tracy Marks



Always, I looked outside myself to find my heart. I melted with each taste of tenderness. Always, I sought for that rough magic, the soft wild fires of souls that touch, the rippling crescendos of hearts and bodies yearning to transcend themselves.

Always, I swam in liquid currents, undulating waves of passion, seeking you, man-muse, dreamer of the same dream, to awaken me.

And you came. And you left, unable to bear the tenderness. And I lay there, drenched in the aftertaste of that magic, raw and bleeding from the stars, like novas exploding in my soul.

But my heart that was split in two remained open long after you had gone, and continued to sing its melodies.

And I knew then that I was the pain and I was the passion, that the fury of the maelstrom was the power of my own loving, that the tenderness pouring from me like water was my own tenderness and that the light shining through the waves and rippling and swirling around me was my light, not yours.

I wept then, and I weep still, but always now I look within and find my heart.





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