Heart & Tongue

A heart,
one open to all the world has,
one set on finding all the wonders,
the things in the open,
the things that hold mass,
Oh, but all the blunders,
The tongue of man,
the ever flaming fan,
put not out the flames of hurt,
but invite them to asunder,
to burn
to lose
like thunder,
quick, flash, and trust is gone-
lost,
in the world -
forever...