Shapeshifting heart

Your extraordinary shape-shifting heart

pours over me

Like wine coloured wax

Warm hot molten

Fits my curved lips exactly

The edges of my bowl

Fills the cavities of my confusion

My fearful long speech

You know how to 

Wash me, slowly

In the perfect shape of me

Warm crawling touch

And when you cover me

Harden into a second armour

Make me real again