my heart is an open pomegranate

august twenty-third, 2019

there is a sudden feeling in

my chest which leads me to

believe that my heart is too full.

it is not truly mine anymore,

and it is bursting from my mouth

and mind as i try to speak its

pulse into being; it is impossible -

between my lungs is something

too hot and glorious to define

and contained there is an aching

and beautiful love that starves.

already it consumes me, and 

these words are only its desire

to be known, its desperate and

hungry longing to be understood.

through it all i can feel it beating

there, too quickly and with a 
contagious, overwhelming thrill,
and i cast it wildly into the heat.

Author's Note

i grew up on florence welch and though in retrospect i could never write about my heart if it was not for her, this was completely original. haha!

Reviews

[chrysantheranium]

I clicked for the eye-catching title and stayed for the beautiful imagery and powerful alignment of words. Outstanding work, Florence! Brings back memories of when I was too clammed up to let out the butterflies I had in my chest every time I was near my lover. Time sure does change, but passion only grows for the one you love, which is portrayed beautifully in this poem. Bravo!

[florence]

i am beyond flattered! i am so glad you liked the title specifically, im strangely proud of it. its nice to know that you can connect to the piece, too. thank you so much, i really do appreciate it!