Bric-a-brac

With some surprise,i balance the brittle flutter of my little heart,
It flits,frets,fumes,flips for you,my tweeting hunter,nee serenade bard

I rinse it under the running stream,see the sheer love dripping from every faucet
Hold my breath,mildly alarmed,inhale exhale,press my ear to the languishing sigh

I hold it trembling,grinning it its murmur,across the mirror for any tremor
Ah,its lighter than i thought,louder in its beat than grand words fervor

Alive,astute,raring to go on its journey,fumbling for a pat,a brat without dampening the brio
On the divulge of the midas touch,when you pass by,suddenly sad straining to remember

I see it bursting with a red balloon,levitate in passion,flushed and trapped,surely attached
Growing,statuesque, ticking of timepiece,may be a swing in a beaded string,my beloved...

With some awe,i steady the thumping of my little heart,ladles out,with mere mention, thou!