(cummings &) goings of the heart

with so many 
parenthetical asides, 
you would think 
        i
(the poetic prince 
of prolific parentheses) 
would have a better 
understanding of 

[i carry your heart with me (carry it in].

but that would require 
understanding my own 
     heart 
(that chambered vessel) 
through which blood 
comes 
     and 
          goes 
like your love, 
dancing to a shuffle beat 
(thu-dum) (thu-dum).

perhaps my heart 
is a dreamer,
always sitting 
next to the stream, 
tossing concentric circles of
     we-ares 
into the drift, instead of 
     iambs.

but while the      out
      -pouring 
of your heart 
(the messy poetic one) 
may be nomadic,
that flow is ever 
(just like in our physical hearts) 
       migratory, 

always returning to mine, 
where it doesn’t 
even understand why 
it belongs.

it just does.
             (you know)

the answer may be simple — 
despite our being 
so complicated. 
     as the poet said…

   i carry your heart
(i carry it in my heart)

On Day 23 of my Poem-a-Day quest, i was to write a "(something) of the heart” poem. Yeah, I do that a lot. But I went back to e.e. cummings for some inspiration. Once again, he came through -- in his own (and my) quirky way. So that’s why this poem is titled “(cummings &) goings of the heart".