I do not feel you in my heart- that which drums on endlessly and dull, devoid of most art, struggling in spineless pulse to find hemo-globe and not a hearse.
Sometimes I do not even feel my chest hurtling blood into my veins though I'm sure it rushes, while I rest, at near hundred miles a minute-
No, i do not feel you pound in my heart. I only feel you in my lungs, breathing steadily through my nose or heavy by my tongue- you rush through my neck, you rise and fall in all my bronchi--