Heart beat, bruised bittersweetened, bent; passion’s capillary action relaxes then contracts again- a seed beneath, muscle fatigued, toils and spends; roots, a web of arteries extend, branching tree stemmed, leaves shedding red oxygen; veins shredded to the thread, frayed strands bleed, unweave and unhem; rivulets spill, unquenched, hemorrhaging hands, their fingers search to mingle, blend; a crimson cardiac attack, defend- for a moment, pressure wavering, suspends, then pulled back, we cauterize and mend our loose ends; every line a vine of growth we tend- surrounding blossoms rose gardens.
Wrote this one a few years ago and not sure how i feel about it now lol... been going back thru old ones trying to put a book together and not sure if I should include this one or not.