I know no other way,
no truth,
no life.
Except your beating heart, solid against my own,
pulsing throughout my being,
causing blood to course through my veins
I am helpless before you
All this an illusion,
as you walk past.
For exposing my foolish heart,
would be to free the dove of mourning,
forever searching for its mate
or would it mean wholeness?
SG-Wholeness would be nice. We all seem to be missing something. Nice write. ~rick
ReplyDeletethanks for this. i see this here...
ReplyDeletewhat am i without you, my muse?
but for my longing to set my heart's beat
to yours
and my rhythms passionate
against you?
Beautiful, beautiful!! That fit's perfectly! ;D
ReplyDeleteSG
Yes, SG wholeness is a comodity that seems to elude us. Excellent post.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
love how you used the freeing of the dove , wholeness ? sometimes always a missing piece,
ReplyDeleteGREAT post.. :}
Loved this poem.
ReplyDeleteI love how you've ended this piece with an inquiry. Well done! Keep writing!!!
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