Concerto Of Clotting

Finally my blood began to coagulate, and stopped to seep out of the slashed heart, lacerated in the tempest of turmoil by the sharp shards of your refutation. In the memory meadow I found a crack split open in the longing ledge of my hypnotized heart, where the sole sapling of love bloomed in brilliance, freed from the compelled confinement of isolation. In your embrace my senses gracefully turned into rhapsodic rhythm of heart enchanted within, set the course of the lingering love so long latent to sail in the sensuous stream of my yearning. In the tormenting torrent of zooming zephyr, as you drifted away unconcerned past me, and blew a devastating storm of apathy, my fragmented fervent feeling became rapture ruins. Your flouting indifferent footsteps trampled my emotive flower as you departed uncaring, its crumbled petals made a wreath for the bleeding bits of my broken heart. In the flow of time I saw the essence of my soul, its healing measures created the concerto of clotting, as liquid lines turned into coalesced connection, the splendorous suture made my heart whole again.