In a Heartbeat

Antagonised from the depths of my psyche, the charcoal dirt is blown and dusts of deepest black scatter, not dead but dormant from the fickle and the protective. A breeze permeates my insides and it is a shock, unwelcome and unnecessary, alien, frightening and belligerent, yet uncovering sleeping embers and shovelling in the coal. Huge barricades of ice under the threat, how did this get in? When I am so rehearsed and closed, a trickle of water showing the weakness a puddle at the foot. I had not imagined this, I expected nought, my cardiology provoked to saunter around a blind corner, as slowly as I dare let it awaken So I can be with you in a heartbeat.