there's a heart under there

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© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Fluttering _____________________________________________________________________________________________ My heart is cursed with sentient antennae, all feathers, alert to waves so trifling the very cosmos barely shudders at their rippling, so finely tuned the slightest waft of disenchantment registers with thunderous resonance across my spirit. Oh for the leathern hide of vast gray giants, careless Titans roaming the savannah, sunbaked, heedless of any disturbance less tumultuous than the earth being split asunder, lightning-sparked infernos or the killing machines of men. Alas, my heart is wingèd, soft and fragile, dusted iridescent, shy of capture, damned antennae quivering – silent, wired and restless – at every signal, be it drops of nectar sweet or whispered warning. Somewhere a silver net of softest silk awaits me. Will this heart discern its shining welcome or retreat, affrighted, from the haven offered? ~ © 2010 RC deWinter