My Heart is Honeydew

my heart is honeydew and flesh no more
my lover found its pieces on the bloodstained floor
she stitched it back together and I gave it her for free
she put it in her pocket and flew across the sea

my lover is a library of ancient books
a saint who tortures poets with her tender looks
we dream of sister cities though we sleep so far apart
and safe beneath her pillow beats my honey-melon heart

my tongue is not a bird that charms and sings
my eyes are blind to what the fickle future brings
but like magnetic moons shall turn the spring and summer tide
surely I'll return, my love, forever to your side