better/my heart

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better

 

my face is your face

take it in your hands

better

take it with your eyes

 

take my face in your hands

while you can

hold my face in your eyes

forever

 

while you can

blink and think and carry on

forever

i will live and laugh in your eyes

 

blink and think and carry on

have as much fun as you can

i will live and laugh in your eyes

‘cause i am a funny man

 

have as much fun as you can

better

‘cause i’m a funny man

and that’s my face


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my heart

 

and my heart

you have my heart

as strong as water

pounding stone

 

you have my heart

in your small hand

pounding stone

but soft to you

 

in your small hand

you’ll keep my heart

soft enough

to squeeze down small

 

you’ll keep my heart

where it always was

squeeze it down small

into your days

 

where it always was

as strong as water

you’ll have your own days

and my heart

Better my heart. It sounds like its own prayer. Better my heart. What I am asking for with my repeated return to the repetitive form. Better my heart. The repeating part of me, may this heart sound towards something more and better than I know. This is what loving you does. It betters my heart. Because better is a verb. It does something. This picture of sheer joy at Dunn’s River Falls with my dad and all his teeth and my (gorgeous!!!!) grandmother does my heart good. Does teach me something about what this heart is for and where it’s heading. We do put our faces, our energy, our hearts into the tiniest of hands. Our infinity into these small lifetimes. And the “better” in the title was not originally a verb. It was the redundant reflexive command form. The you is understood. As in when you volunteer to something you have already been assigned to do. And the one who knows they already assigned you to do it says “you better.” Also understood is the “or else” after the statement. “Better” stands between you and the consequences of acting like you don’t know what you are here to do. Who you are here to be. Who am I here to be? Better. Your heart.

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Alexis Pauline Gumbs