Hearts for the Taking

Oh, my dear lover of the sea
what is it that you, too, see in me?
Do I pull your tides, like hers?
who separates our gazing eyes
mine toward the moon, yours toward the stars

Most days I don't believe it
when you say you'd give everything
I could say it's the distance
but it's the thought, really
that I would never die for anyone else
like you would die for me

the whales, forests, oceans, trees, mountains and the waters
oh, the waters...
yes, I believe I could die for those things
if it meant saving the only planet I could ever call home
my one true love, unconditionally so
that I would go down with her if that is what it came to

you speak of sacrifice
your heart on a platter for my taking 
a martyr for my benefit which is tirelessly tested

because this heart is not on a platter for men
this heart is a martyr for the land, sea, sky and sun
this heart was born to die for life

did you expect something else?
when you saw me dancing in those sunflower jeans
could you not tell, then, 
as my feathery vibrado tweeted among the clouds about 
a love affair with the trees
that my heart was never yours? never mine?

placed in my chest so that
I could gift it away at the first chance I had
to the fruitless mulberry that raised me
to the first taste of the salty Pacific as the waves consumed 
my bird legs

Have you not known all along?
that a woman's heart 
is not hers to give
while it is in the hands
of a dying wild?