My heart's exploding
like a thundercloud -
No, my heart's eroding,

my tongue corroding,
iron-bound, rain-ploughed,
no heart's exploding.
  
But the moon's unloading
a tide that's pain-proud,
& I feel my heart's eroding.

I hear it all, try decoding
her art. Play it loud -
until my heart's exploding.

Yet something's foreboding,
these sheets are shrouds -
under them, my heart's eroding.

Her eyes are goading
until I've vowed
to her my heart's exploding -
But my heart's eroding.