My Heart Poem by RIC BASTASA

as my heart is not made of wood
please do not hammer it with your nails

not of iron
please do not test it with the hottest fire

not of sand
please do not take it carelessly with your open fingers

not of paper
please do not cut it with your scissors or crumple it with your hands

because my heart like yours
is made of flesh and blood

handle it with care, do not stab it because it will bleed,
caress it with your hands and place it near your heart

it becomes a bird and it will beat and fly and sing