I began this life with
two hearts
nestled side by side.
One hard, unyielding,
able to withstand
indifference.
The other soft, expansive,
growing larger and stronger
with every beat.
One has grown all
round the other
enveloping
hardness
with flowing, growing
juiciness.
When I die and am cut
open, will it be a surprise to
find I have two hearts?
One a shrivelled pit of a
thing, hidden and protected,
surviving in the juicy depths?