I saw your heart in the shadows
The leaves, damp and dry
and noiseless
Trying to dream
In this substitute chamber
Wanting quiet.
You gave it
Discord.
I breathed a whispered question
Your reddish, fluid flesh
undisturbed
Yet awakened.
To all you ever gave it
Sighing sad.
It really wanted
Beauty.
- TFO
This is my attempt as a rank amateur. I now know why great poetry, like great art and delicious steak, is rare.