you cup my heart; enlacing it between your fingers with tender care.
you feel it’s beating; as it is weirdly alive– weirdly on fire– above your palm.
so brush your thumb against this igniting heart, and press your lips on it in a tender kiss.
as the only thing keeping it beating is the passion that you coat it with.
This poem is inspired in Howl's Moving Castle movie from Studio Ghibli. Funny enough, I have literally never felt this kind of connection, but felt like exploring it. Hopefully, I did a half-decent job at it.