To: You

I have come to great resolve and must attest,
bare chested
and with the wealth of every beat,

that had I but one last breath,

it would belong to you.

Spacious valves, dazzled skin
and a captured soul,

orchestrated by the abounding measures of an enchanted organ.

Awash in the corners of each chamber are your prints,
apparent and benign.

Alive inside mellifluous veins streams the rapture of a discovered being.


But my castle of bones,
how quickly they doth relent.

Not withstanding, my crux remains,

past soil, bloom, and flight,

an immeasurable part of you.

Opulent warmth, fermented dreams & imbued crimson splashed inside an infinitely swelling fortress.


In the simplest of terms,

You are
therefore I beat.