Love is wearing
Not of the heart on one's sleeve
But of your pain on my chest
A proud display
Of the intertwining of our emotional histories
Felt as it is
Through the beat of our souls
Drumming with time
Against time
In time, running
Out of time.
For what is your pain on my chest
If my chest no longer sees
Your chest
Your heart
Your hands
Your feet
If my chest no longer feels
Your heart beats?
Ba bum ba bum ba bum
Will you be alive somewhere
Are you alive
Or did I dream you up
In a feverish thunder
Did I imagine
The sound of blood rushing
Through my ears
Did I hear
An echo only
Of my own lonely, hardearned, heartburned, years?
Say it not so, heart
Say it that you rose from depths to meet another
As how color came to cheeks
And hand to hand did holy palmers greet
As mine did meet
And yours did beat
Ba bum, . ba bum, . ba bum, .
So beat on, heart
And let the ins and outs of your lonely shouts
Seep through
Your veins and your chest
Your hands and
The rest
Because alive somewhere
Are those beats in time
Drumming slow steady rhymes
On that chest and thine
On your love
And mine.