Dehisce
once, i spoke into a heart;
it pumped frigid glimmers -
stoned enough to break me down,
soft enough to soak me in,
inward and outward
back and forth
puncture wound
depart
relapse
oh, that heart -
it did infiltrate
once a heart spoke into i;
i listened,
glistened
did not ask why -
no, I lie
that heart?
it squeezed and wormed;
dug in real deep,
this heart of mine,
it sighed, dehisce
Sensual and bittersweet…. and I like that in a poem.
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