Ali Baba knew the greatest treasure to be stolen was
the heart,
Precious fiery gemstone,
Therefore I offer my beating heart up to the highest bidder
Valves, arteries and a good solid beat to keep tempo to,
The only default,
one lonely valve decides to stray off the
path every once
in a while,
My heart beats synchopated rhythms-
uneven yet strong,
consider a butterfly
spiraling counter clockwise
dizzying acrobatic patterns
picking up any breadcrumbs
in hopes to find my way back to you
A girl and her Bike 