Of Hearts and Sleeves and Keys and Things
We didn't wear lockets
of hair or tiny pictures
or gold bracelets
with heart-shaped padlocks
in my family or signet rings
or bluebirds of happiness
or even charm bracelets.
Were they wanton
in some unmentionable way
precursor to wearing your heart
on your sleeve
or maybe idolatrous
like those pretty statues
and plastic shrines
in the mysterious windows
of Pellegrini's
or heathen hocus-pocus things
or merely worldly?
Maybe that's why
though I treasure yours
I don't offer you my door-key?
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