The Indian Giver's Heart

Uncontrolled emotions
possess my unfettered mind
and consume my sleep.

Insertions of you
in my early morning hours
cause me to mourn for myself.

Delusions caress my body
and the mind rests in such illusions.

I fling my heart at all
in the pale yellow morning light.

But as I am filled with mortal food,
I posses my heart once again.

And no one in Day’s dull existence
shall know that I have given my heart away.

For as I walk by
I am like a bat
fluttering past poor mortal obstacles

And I separate myself from all.