| Heart |
| Is Plexiglas encircling my heart? Kind words from others bounce off of me Hands leave prints not impressions I can’t, no, I won’t let others Into that deep purple mushy interior So they can squeeze because What happens when they go? My heart still functions, pumps slower Not as exuberant Not racing to reach the moon It’s methodical Like the ticks of a clock Not adjustable like The different speeds of raindrops I want a heart that gallops One that makes others Pump their heart faster I want to wear mine on my sleeve So others sneak their’s out too I want a heart that pumps I love you & you & you & you & you. |