The Heart
The Heart
racing insane tick tock
rack your brain fist beating insane
a tool machine
in your body
soul purpose
pump blood
to breathe to live
for life
instead
it’s feeding my soul
not tablespoons teaspoons but mouthfuls
of
butterfly kisses
love songs
hand in hand quivers
birds of Arecibo
rebirth of senses
whispers of mi princesa
foreign gourmet appetite
feels divine
to digest
I need crave body pulsates
for more
butterfly kisses
love songs
hand in hand quivers
birds of Arecibo
rebirth of senses
whispers of mi princesa
keep feeding my soul
Copyright © Marissa Savino | Year Posted 2012
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