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.


Spacious valves

dazzled skin

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.


Opulent warmth

fermented dreams

& imbued crimson

Splashed inside an infinitely swelling fortress.


In the simplest of terms,

You are therefore I beat.