Member Poem

 
You said, “The heart is last to burn,”
show me heaven is hell, hell, heaven,
transmuting heat to cold, bliss to despair,
with barren arms and fecund hands.
 
Show me how heaven is hell, hell, heaven,
how love is one part possession,  the other, dominion.
Hold me with your barren arms, your fecund hands,
reach inside. . .take my heart first—and fast!

How is love one-part possession, the other dominion,
a simple exchange of alchemical proportions?
Reach inside--remove my heart fast and first
then behold its incandescent burn.
 
(Author's Note: This poem was entered in a contest years ago, I believe.)