Keeping Count


Each Day

Each minute and each Day
And every night
I keep count
Of my heartbeats
Pounding within me
In anticipation of my crests lying with your troughs
And the troughs nestled with your crests
Making noise first
Shifting lengths for resonance later
Rested in niche Silhouetted silences
We meet to part as do our lips
We live in the silence
of our missed heartbeats
I keep count of these too












Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2016-01-14 at 17:15

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So much longing. A loving, tender poem.
Ashe
2016-01-14