MY HEART BLEEDS

Oh, My Heart Bleeds; it bleeds,
it whimpers, it shudders,
​it shakes and shivers,
for you-

We strolled through life
at a pace, shy
to sit so sweetly
in the smoky air
against ​those jagged rocks.
Hoisted high,
we laid enlaced on white
Quartz and grey sandstone
as the sun basked in daylight-

Sheer streams
of glistening evergreens
amber summer stung.
The weighted wind
traced tender temples
to peek,
la glimpse-
Your soft touch
of broken dreams
lay still,
on my heart of scars.

Oh, How My Heart Bleeds..
It bleeds in love, my love-

Tell me, does my name
melt in your mind
like red velvet yearns?
How it cries out
for the warm energy of lips
not yet tasted but still reaches
for safe port and solace,
to be seen-
The desire, vivid.
A striking taste
swirling on the tongue
of innocence.
Oh, My Heart Bleeds..
It bleeds,
with champagne twist.
Synergy suspended,
steeped in the pool
of your hot springs,
​buoyant,
in a magnitude of senses.
My heart, She bleeds...

Oh youth, forbidden!
Your story untold
and still unwritten.
Yet my path walked
for nearly 15 years

Alone-

So here we sit,
you and me.
Inside the same skin-
A life already unfolded
and another,
still remains unspoken-
The day, she swept away
and the breeze
stole your name
​through sunlit leaves.
A memory perhaps,
Never to be Seen Again-
- Tiny Poet, My Heart Bleeds, 2015