Heart Beat.
How beautiful it is
To have your heart melt into goo.
For it to lean into your rib cage
Trapped and alone.
It's wings clipped
It's thrum of life fragile and dying.
Yet it keep pulsing in hope
In wishing and desire
To be loved and linked to another the same.
Another goo
Another material so broken against its cage that it'll look to yours and fill to the brim with joy.
Where both heart collide in undeniable friction and anxiousness.
Molding into pinks and reds.
Alive and whole and electrifyingly quickened in pace.
In tune
Never out of place.
Yet til the time passes for this event to occur
My stays still
Alone
Unsure
And leaning into its rib cage
Yearning for the signs
And thrumming in fragility.
YOU ARE READING
Stuck between the Pages
PoesíaSmall poems with no real meanings from a writer lost in dreaming. Also, for even better poems... go read Arlahndo's poems called "The Withdrawal Effect."
