My heart is a caged tiger

     rattling the bars

My heart is a feather

     floating this way and that

My heart is a sunbeam

     blinding on the road

My heart is an empty bottle

My heart is the wine in my stomach

My heart is a beetle

     desparate on his back

My heart is a wolf chasing

     a rabbit

My heart is the rabbit also

My heart is the milk of the moon

     slowly churning

My heart is an acorn

     misplaced

Many more secret things I call my heart

because her kiss is fresh in the morning

    but dry in the evening.