she dreams
of a love
brighter than sunflowers<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to go so unnoticed
by they
who forever sway at attention
in pursuit of light<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that she may remain
completely present to herself
even within the all consuming
swirling blue dim of midnight<\/p>\n\n\n\n
long past the moment
when the weeds growing
through the cracks in the bed
will have repurposed the dreamer
into something nameless<\/p>\n\n\n\n
something to be stumbled upon
by fated chance
deep within the unspoken cecity
of two souls sleeping<\/p>\n\n\n\n
with goosebumps screaming:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
something so brazenly fickle she dares to dream to be lived Artwork: Gaia & Luna, by Ben Heart<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":244,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,4],"tags":[7,8,6],"class_list":["post-239","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-love-poems","category-poetry","tag-benheart","tag-love","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/239","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=239"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/239\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":246,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/239\/revisions\/246"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/244"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=239"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=239"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=239"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
“Welcome Home.”<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
to a blind heart’s fingertips
calloused still from stitching dandelions back together
for the sole purpose of them being blown apart again<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and violently intimate
that through her harassed heart alone
tenderness may yet persist
long after the bird’s ode to dawn
slips into a song of war
and the men of flame
forget their purpose
was to warm a woman
and not to burn each other<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of a love
brighter than sunflowers<\/p>\n\n\n\n
pursued by light
forever swaying
at attention of itself
to the music of her heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"