Heartmeal

This is how I fed my heart:
vodka soda, lime.
Chocolate fro-yo churned
with heath bar
and coconut, "What'll it be this time?"
late-night cafe guy would ask.
White wine in bedrooms, white wine
in the living room white wine
on the stoop.
My heart felt full of clouds.
Clouds would pass
and I would sleep.

It's different now, this sky.
Who knew—
a heart can be filled
with kites. Bouyant,
bobbing kites of bright
"I'm thinking of you"s.
Kites of calling back and up
up, into sun.

(I have heard
that this is what's referred to
as butterflies.
Before I met you,
I thought they'd died—
I thought they'd all but
disappeared. There was something
in the air. There was something
in the air, in my heart.)

A breeze now, and colors
fleck along a weightless
space; catching the light,
kites mirror glowing rays
upon the beach, a kind of fullness
of feeling, seeping under the skin
and through—happiness
(present tense): affection
finds and feeds you.

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