Her heart was an artifact.

By the fence of clear sky-

he finds an unusual lopsided shape.

His eyes are restless, 

legs imprinting confinements 

hands exploring dreams, 

a sudden bloom, 

full-stop.

The hankering of words

leaving him in a perpetual coherence, 

a slow break. A sudden collapse.

Her heart was an artifact. 

She, 'an alien'.

She came, experimented and flew away. 

For him, the arrival was the end.

This is the paradox of decorated hearts.

The desertification of soul 

where conquerors- 

are just beggars. Something like that, 

nothing more.

Muffling snow in her eyes.

Her wings, her dissolution. 

Her presence, her absence.

And importantly her lucidity.

Now go, she says. 

Where to, he says. 

Anywhere she says.

He does, 

He is now her'e.

She is nowhere !!