My heart transposed
From pastry to slate
Just as you found me,
A heart-shaped slate
Tethered with hessian
Handles to keep above
Your dressing table,
For lists, and luck.

So write within
The confines and shape
Renewed by your grace,
This accommodating
Plate of compressed
Metamorphic sediments
Will savour the flavours
Of chalk-engraved nouns
Down his grey-green lateral
Surface. You flattered
Me latterly, and I can take
Psychoacoustic traits
While I wait with
Vanities and patience
To see words scraped
On my chest by your
Whitening, trespassing
Nails, words of togetherness,
Hope, and mutual love.

Then, when you are finished
With your infinite
Blue hues of language
Darting like sticklebacks
By the reeds, irrepressible
River-spirits take heart,
You can wipe away the words,
And together again we start.