Oh, That my heart could t h r u m
out a morse. code.
to my mind
so my eyes could
tear moistly, or WriNkle at the e d g e of humour
my ears resonating with
peals of lau g h t e r
or
reeling sil e n c e s
so my hand could reach
and pick the l o w h a n g i n g
fruit
from my brainstem
mouth to sample
the f l a v o u r/
and toss the bottled message
a l o n g the vein to my thrumming
.heart
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Oh, That my heart could t h r u m
out a morse. code.
to my mind
so my eyes could
tear moistly, or WriNkle at the e d g e of humour
my ears resonating with
peals of lau g h t e r
or
reeling sil e n c e s
so my hand could reach
and pick the l o w h a n g i n g
fruit
from my brainstem
mouth to sample
the f l a v o u r/
and toss the bottled message
a l o n g the vein to my thrumming
.heart