Why does it have to be a piece of my heart? Why not brain or liver or hand?

I have often wondered 
   if emotion and cognition 
come from the same part 
    of the human body 
     i.e. being the human brain 
   
Why is it that people don’t say I’ll 
take a piece of your brain with me 
wherever I go? 

When people say I’ll take a piece 
of your heart with me wherever I go;
my response, and first inclination. 


Automatically 
      think about VanHelsing 
and a very large spike, wooden one

Various parts of the human body 
        obviously allow for different 
    types of function to be able 
        to work together 
    in one cumulative whole. 

Can you imagine various scenarios 
     where you would be taking 
   other pieces of someone with you 
not physical pieces, not in poised
      Jack the Ripper demeanour
on a metaphorical spiritual level. 

   Something immensely non-tactile 

Ie:  you are someone who is paired 
with another, who enjoyed hiking; 
every outdoor activity around either
a hike or Portage. [God knows why 
anyone would want to would want 
to hike or Portage Lakes – – it’s 
bloody torture!] 

Perhaps in this instance, one would 
say I am taking a piece of your big toe, (or even you can make it cuter) 
sole wherever I go. 

Or, let’s say, in fact you had another, and this other enjoyed 40s and back-to-back shots of bourbon. 

Would you then say with onset liver 
cirrhosis diagnosis, ‘I’m taking a piece of your liver with me’. 

And yes, 
       of course, 
    we need to add more 
         into the mix. 

Hands, in the fashion 
     of Camille Claudel, 
   a paired sculpting duo; 
   it makes no difference
 if the sculpting media 
   resigned in clay, 
  or with parchment & squid ink, 
      or everything spilled all 
    over the page from a lover’s 
          expression. 

    Sounds bonkers 
  completely BONKERS 
    the reality is there are different 
  morsels of flesh with  intertwined 
      soul we carry, 
           with each adventure. 

     If reflection is focussed 
            on diligently, 
          with a honest cortex. 

Body and soul uncloaked; 
     there is no room to hide, 
   bubbles to its surface 
  acceptance of my ugly and beauty bring brings one to peace.