I separate bodily daily from you
But my heart you can hold
Until me to you is recalled.
I will tailor a costume heart
With real veins and purple flesh
To take with me as I go.
I will make a digital recreation
Of my heart that will give me spirit
While I am away.
I will be pregnant with longing
For you, and I will always return
For my heart. It’s an accepted maxim
Of traveling heart-smiths:
You can crawl on the road while heartless
But you won’t get dirty if you’re pure from the start.
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