My Poetry:

All

I have given of my heart often
sometimes in pieces
(by choice, or natural caution)
others in full accoutrement
but always with the purest intent
And it has been treated in as many ways
as the number of women to which it was given

Those who took the pieces--
(they couldn't have handled more
emotionally or physically)--
and those who took the whole--
(they wouldn't have settled for part)--

all treated it
I guess
as well as they were able
(or cared to)

And although none thought it enough
to hold on to
(in fairness the timing was always tragic)
All returned
(and all in pieces)
less than was borrowed

yet really.. all did me a favor

Because a muscle
broken down
then repaired
only grows stronger

And I know
that the One who seeks the shelter
of this now empty, pulsating chambre
Will need that hardening
to tenderize
to make it home by giving

And I know she waits
as empty now as I
yet as knowing
that nothing should ever be given back
less than it was taken...

JMc aka Cygnus