Another poem for my wife

My Heart is on the Table




My heart is lying on the table
It is there
For you

I cut my heart out and placed it on the table
The whole process
was much more disgusting
than I thought it would be
But, once I started, I didn't want to stop

That is my heart on the table
It still beats
It beats for you

There was quite a bit of pain involved
just so you know
You can probably see the tears streaming from my eyes
I especially disliked pulling apart my ribcage

My heart is lying on the table
I am sorry about the tablecloth
It's probably ruined
I didn't think about that
I should have used a tarp or something

My heart is right there on the table
It is there
for you