Hearts are secret things, but I know where to seek. Hide yours tonight and I will find you tomorrow, only transformed, manifested, altered.

I lay you out once like an ancient Persian rug, your edges curling in towards safety, storage, certainty. Dusty patterns traced slowly like the sound of your voice in hesitation, and I knew you, past and present substance, drew in your scent.

Reticient and attic shy,
Keep hiding,
Changing shape,
Keeping time.