An art of the heart

To kill a heart
is not an art
drawn lightly.—
Requires steel cast
nerves & steady hands,
a set of tools
to break the bank
of thought. Oh
this art is not a sculptor's
task, ill-fitted
for a painter's
brush. This heart
is not a marble block,
& it's too thick
for canvas.
An art of the heart,
is calculated
theft & murderous
desire.—
Work too cold
for artist's form.
Oh to kill a heart
is a dangerous art
fit only, my love,
for you.