My heart is beating, beating, beating
Rumbling, rolling, crashing, drowning
Deep in the ocean at your feet.
A pace within two lungs can’t keep
Labored breaths keep in timed chant
the frantic meter boding madness,
not quiet.
My heart is a blooming bright blossom
A red-orange flesh muscle leafing out
drooping petals veined with blue arteries
fragile chalice, opened up;
It’s peak but a moment’s hectic beat
then lifelines wither, dry, fall away
No sun to warm the tips.
My heart is fading, scrambling, pleading
an imploding bomb, a dying star
collapsing within, exploding without
A red-orange mushroom cloud in my chest
whole extremities obliterated, organs exposed.
Only you can make my heart stop.