Heart-Food

My Heart
Bursts with contentment,
Crumbles with despair
Or both.

Flows out to every limb
Bows down. Prostrates.
Cries. And laughs.

Hopes for the empty spaces
To fill with an unlimited supply
Of ‘heart-food’
(The brand that never finishes)
Allah
Two syllables
Of pure love

Roll onto my tongue
Joining together
The once
Burst or crumbled
Heart.

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