Two Hearts

Love, love, love...

          I  do not know                                   how I will live
      without the warmth                         of wind that ripples
  through my tunnels of                        icy, still, frozen veins,
melts the rivers, forced                    to cease their rushing flow.                       
Your name etched so deep, bubbling beneath hidden layers -
Never did that emotion freeze - buried where only I'd know.
Love, I cannot taste, cannot touch, cannot see - cannot be
  without you next to me. The beat has broken off beating, 
    pulse paused in pulsing, this heart has halted hoping - 
             My expiration may be near - if you do not hear 
            hungry murmurs, perhaps time is too far gone... 
                  Lungs, mouth, aching for air, all cotton;
                        gulping to touch, to evoke, vitality.
                            Love, love….lower your lips, 
                                whisper a whiff and lift, 
                                      resuscitate this
                                               being.
                                              Snatch,
                                            take away
                                     my gasping breath.
                            When my chest begins that
                      steady swell once more - fluttering
                  rhythm of butterfly threatening to escape
             her crystal case - this feath’ry sliver now awake
   slips outside of me, to embed as far within you as she can.
Rest your palm atop, let that feather trace the creased surface;                                     hold drowning wave at bay - but only 'til the hour of aloneness
when the hearts of two may pulsate with no other interference,
  without the world's moderation of the quivering earthquakes;
  pounding, trembling, shimmering down and between them -
    yet another intense rupture    sendingg shivers spinning,
     me collapsing, caving in;        you ascending, swirling   
          about and around                    two hearts of mine -    
            belonging to                              none but you. 

Author's Note

supposed to be in 2 heart shapes reflecting each other, but had some trouble with aligning them.

Reviews

[Fear Corrupts!]

Wow, I love the format, really creative.
Good write,

Molly*

[Puella M. W.]

Dear maktub,

A lovely, lonely poem. You've done it again! An intresting poem shape, too. Original.

- Puella M. W.