Confessions of a Play-Doh Heart

Confessions of a Play-Doh Heart


A concrete gown-up mind expected that you’d lie,

while a little girl’s Play-Doh heart molded a silly-soft wish.  

The expectation scolded and forewarned,

while the wish pleaded to bloom and exist.  

The wish almost -- but could not quite -- drowned out an expected cautionary tale

about the destiny of a cheap amusement park souvenir –

disposable and easily broken.

 

But Play-Doh hearts by nature refuse defined shapes

and muddle known colors. 

And meanwhile, you speak to me of kisses,

and walks, and heartbeats, and wine shared by interlaced souls…

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