Heart Shaped Line

The heart shaped line, placed delicately,

intricately over your breast bone. It lingers,

and wonders– placing a wholesome view, slowly

into my retina. Tracing a long line, I am halted,

tears falling like heavy rain, I am wilting.


This heart shaped line, how it reaches out to my fingertips-

pen in hand, ready to exposure, but I’m not-

crashing close together like metal upon metal, and

my hands melting, weeping at this sight of this line,

because it haunting…all i ever wanted to do was–

hold you. Placing me back at stage one, I am willing-

Palms up. Arms out, Soul open.

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