i carry your heart with me (i carry it in mine)* and it wanders over the slopes and valleys of my own wildernesses I think of you in plains and grasslands sleekly wet in mountain curve as you coolly crack the earthly fissures of my heart quakes inside morning light you transverse your poetic speak deep inside my night your are always with me in seeping pinpoints of brightness of gentle storms you rock my dark to sleep you are present not obsessively yet strongly the way people describe alcohol in veins you regularly cut them open, my heartstrings you strum upon their vibrations like waves of calm intoxication lulling me into gentle earthquake pleasure and centered breaths leaving pieces rocking throughout my bloodflow back up interspersed between beats i carry you (that heart of yours) in my heart and I treasure this residence you have taken up in my desert blooms faraway touch of lips makes pulse quiet in soft booms your voice soothing storms and you i like sweetly in my pulse as seeds just grow i carry your heart inside mine all day your voice soothing storms my raging river in your flow
Based on The National Poetry Month Prompt Number 25: write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This is from e.e.cummings ;ï carry your heart with me