The impulsive heart

that beats within me

wants to jump and leap

at everything I see.

Like sugar coated words

that want to seep in my heart

deceptive ,but tantalizing

like true pieces of art.

And here’s my heart

that wants more of this taste

but ribs are cages

that obstruct this haste.

Things can be bitter too

novice hearts do not know

when adversity calls

all they want is to go.

The heart will slip away

there has to be one,

we have got 24

to barricade its run.

Hearts are wild creatures

thus ribs are cages too

these deceitful and torturous

are ones to eschew.