Quiet, my heart,
soften your thuds against my chest,
are you dying to leave my body?
Were you not satisfied before?
with your deafening thunder for the past hour,
with you and him, in shameless harmony?
Stifle the pounding, lest someone hear,
how you beat so wild still
when he leaves or when he breathes.
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Poems
PoetrySonnets, couplets, free style. Just my outlet in all forms of poetic expression.
