My Dearest Darling Lives In Me

Constance…I want you to all know.

Each one, everyone…know that I have been given this person into my marrow and core.

She lives inside me forever.  She is woven into my essence.  I cannot imagine life absent her, anymore than I can imagine a life without a living heart within.

I am never alone…my heart of hearts is mine, and I am hers…transcendent and elevated, and practical and day to day.

Thank you my dearest darling, my love and heart of hearts.


My Heart of Hearts
by Charissa White

The dawn, peach fuzz on this dripping peachy day,
smelled like juice dribbling down my chin,
and musky yellow perfume.

Your earrings flashed in the sunbeam sneaking thru the blinds
Your eyes flashed, lamplights of love sneaking thru my blind
and gleaming like that cat Cheshire.

I intended to rip my heart from my chest
but it came free eager in my hand
which was covered by yours (I had not noticed that happen)

Fell from me like that peach
with groaning, heavy relief and ache
into your waiting basket (I was the only one there)

You carried me to bed, and there we sectioned our fruit
and fed each other with fingers, slick and sticky
and smelling of the peachy summer day

And we drowsed, and woke to find our hearts grown again,
except mine was now you, and yours was now me
Oh my Heart of Hearts, My Heart of Hearts.