Love burns in her heart
As it eats away at the muscle like dessert to
The mind that is now filled with thoughts of him.
Blood runs through the organ
While her fond memories alternate from the
White keys to the black, playing a melody that
She does not ever want to lose.
Ventricles and chambers are the technical terms,
Yet all she knows is that his arm feels
Wonderful when wrapped tightly against her waist.
(She wonders, could they be a team of value too?)
Blood vessels attach to her heart, just as
Her emotions attach to his striking cheekbones;
Now she hopes she strikes the right cord in his mind too
And that her loving hands will touch him again tonight.
©2012 Christy Birmingham
- Poem: Caffeinated Thinking (poeticparfait.com)