The heart is a huge old barnacled whale, Vastly outsize and cumbersome, Encased in a mountain of deadweight flesh, Lugubrious, peering out of her carnal tomb with little wrinkled eye, Unable to encompass her own immensity. Yet this great gravid tender yearning creature lies Undetected, invisible, under the waters of appearance.

Arms strained wide, I try to encompass, to take you to me. I track you in cloud chambers, Scan you through reflectors and refractors. Elusive One. Not a single grassy acre can my heart contain.