I am here without my heart
my intellect is much less painful
to journey with.
To see and not to feel…
So leave your heart at the door,
and enter.
We will weave words
that are not muddled by our wayward hearts
which are naughty, unruly, disobedient,
errant, and rebellious at best.
No mess, no disorder,
no jumbled, mixed-up, confusing,
bewildering entanglements.
Here, let us engage in verbal barbs of logic
and be satisfied.
Stop!
Do not reach across the perilous abyss between our two hearts.
Let us solve our problems mathematically
and call it a day.
We will return home in peace
and not in pieces.
To have our eyes meet without desire
in impassionate productive discourse-
this is what we must strive for here
while leaving our hearts at the door...
Let us speak, and not sing;
sketch, and not paint;
walk, and not run.
We will travel straight, and ignore the curves.
Sounds like lots of fun, doesn’t it?
No! Exactly!
So wear your business suit,
leave your bathing suit.
There are serious matters to tend to here.
No time for play.
No time for hurt.
No time for healing.
Just… our minds.
I'm an intellectual.
I should be smiling at this.
Why is my heart bleeding?
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