Swirling Prayer

These glottal days of sadness
where tears sting like wasps
and liquify the heart,

are the unyielding vendors of love.

We do not waffle in sobs,
nor resist the delight
of unexpected belly laughs
wedged against deep despair
and desire.

The inflection of the heart
is not to be manipulated by man's will,
but, instead sacrificed
in the low, and nearly silent chant
of the soul
in dizzy, swirling
prayer.