A poem of my heart; This One’s for you….
“My heart” She speaks to me, the last few days,
pounding against my chest.
The insides of my ribcage are surely bruised.
My heart; She has been crying out for you,
demanding refuge in the care of your body.
I feel my blood boil as it passes through her.
If I could, I’d free her..
Let her fly straight to you as this rioting is making it impossible for me to breathe.
In hopes of calming her, I wrap my arms around myself to mimic the warmth of your embrace,
but she laughs at me.
She craves the smell of your skin, as I begin to feel the rest of my body quiver.
By Hana Zarour