To You, My Heart
March 24, 2013
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.
and 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 do relent.
Not withstanding, my crux remains,
past soil, bloom, and flight
an immeasurable part of you.
& imbued crimson
Splashed inside an infinitely swelling fortress.
In the simplest of terms,
You are therefore I beat.