this heart
beating
little at first
rising to a crescendo
loud in my ears
coloring the world in pink hues
me
you
fascination
at what is and could be
too fast
too much
too false
too real
too complicated
and all the while
heart beats
builds
burdened by desire and want and need
insatiable
beating out a rhythm of longing
yield to it
free from constraints and expectations
and reality
free to taste and touch and see
endless possibilities and dreams
floating away
lost inside the us we have become
heart surges
full
full of fantasies and new beginnings
and second chances
flash forward
heart beats
beating till time and space cease
till matter comes to rest in fragments
and only what once was, remains
a beat
barely heard
but still there
heart still beating your song
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