27 years in, one heart out...

brazen heart

your red and succulent organ

intimidating beat mine

you lay there

chest bared and raw, prized

apart

ripped open exposure

stitches wavering at the sides

it's open, you're open only to me

I can see your throbs of pulsation 

and your chin tilts

touching your own chest watching

watches what i'll do next

weighing your swollen scuppered heart

that's so

so

vulnerable and heavy

stitch you back up?

I'll take my trophy first