Trying something new. A poem I wrote and wasn’t fond of – rewritten. Kinda like TJ of last week versus TJ of this week. Yawp.
I’m the heart…
And you’re the beat that swells and collapses.
I’m the blood…
And you’re the current, the rush, and the retreat.
I’m the moon-swollen sea…
And you’re the waves and the crashing.
I’m the moon,
And you’re the silver enigma.
I’m the zero,
And you’re the one.
You’re the soul,
But I am the ghost.
Beart Heat (the rewrite)
Swelling collapsing beating heartwing [heartbeat sounds in frenzy]
Heart of my heart
You’re the blood
When I rush to retreat in your tumescent current
I the swollen moon with child so ripe
Waves that crash and lullaby her head to sweet saline slumber
Under your moonful enigma that is
Silver sliver Selene so silent
She whispered that zeros and ones are not just for numbering but for entering
The ghosts are tears shed by a soul.
*** Also this…
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