the blue-green veins
traced beneath the skin around my wrist
distract me
I press my fingertip against one,
feel its soft throb,
and am suddenly aware of an intangible something
pulsing and quivering inside me
a graceful tangle of muscles,
its arching curves contracting, expanding
and red blood rippling smoothly
through countless veins and arteries.
somewhere along their labyrinthine lengths
they split and fray
into a warm net of fine threads.
abruptly, I feel sorry for my heart
caught in such a dark cage.
sorry, because it has never felt
the bright sun.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
the blue-green veins
traced beneath the skin around my wrist
distract me
I press my fingertip against one,
feel its soft throb,
and am suddenly aware of an intangible something
pulsing and quivering inside me
a graceful tangle of muscles,
its arching curves contracting, expanding
and red blood rippling smoothly
through countless veins and arteries.
somewhere along their labyrinthine lengths
they split and fray
into a warm net of fine threads.
abruptly, I feel sorry for my heart
caught in such a dark cage.
sorry, because it has never felt
the bright sun.
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